human
At least, she is in peace,
gpt
Let us not speak of the dead.
human
Poor Annetta used to say that Sister Maria Addolorata sinned in her throat, said Nanna.
gpt
But you see. God can do everything. She went straight from her cell to heaven. Eh, she is in peace, Signora, as you say. Requiesca'. Come, Signora, it takes at least three-quarters of an hour to make gnocchi.
human
You make me think of her, Signora, said the peasant.
gpt
You have her face. If you had her voice, to sing, I should think that you were she, returned from the dead.
human
Could she sing?
gpt
Like the angels in Paradise, answered Nanna.
human
I think that now, when she sings, they are ashamed and stand silent to listen to her. If God wills that I make a good death, I shall hear her again.
gpt
Let us not speak of the dead! she concluded.
human
To-day we will make gnocchi of polenta.