About the extractA Roman Nunnery that’s also a business centre? Well, yes – and Alberto, the hero of this novel-in-progress, is trying to sell it to Mrs Loeb, a rich American widow… “Hey - are all nunneries like this?” asks Mrs Loeb, gazing up into Mother Valyeri’s glinting eyes. “Of course,” replies the Mother Superior disdainfully. “although our Order requires us to exercise the virtues of humility, meditation and prayer we are equally aware of the need to maintain a positive attitude to cashflow and profitability.” She waves an imperious arm at the nun behind the Reception Desk. “Juliet - take this lady. Signor Minare and I have serious matters to discuss. We shall be in my office - no calls.” And she tows Alberto off through an archway towards a room at the end of the corridor. The Reception nun slides open a drawer in her desk and produces a clipboard and a pack of Camels. “Smoke?” she enquires. Mrs Loeb waves a dismissive hand. “Gee honey, don’t you know they’re bad for you,” she says. “No, no,” protests the nun, feverishly lighting a cigarette with a battered Zippo. “Is vegetarian. Come, we see Corporate Planning Department, then I show you Sales Promotion and Publicity.” |
