The sound of a chapel bell rang once... then twice... and then a third time, echoing everlastingly as voices rose and footsteps shuffled.
"Help the poor! Help the poor! Thank you! Help the poor!"
"Help the poor! Help the poor! Thank you! Help the poor!"
"Help the poor! Help the po— oh! Thank you very much, young sir!"
Even though she never voiced it out loud, Luca could tell Isabella didn't like it when he donated generously in church. And that could account for every time, because he only attended Sunday services episodically, and whenever he managed to attend, he left a huge chunk in any donation basket he came across.
