Filippo moved on. Rita followed, wishing she had brought something to cover her head with, despite the heat. She was grateful for the narrowness of Strada Stretta. At least it shielded her from the Full Moon’s rays. Sometimes, Rita wondered whatever had been on the Knights’ mind when they planned Strada Stretta, during Valletta’s construction. Maybe its location had always been a shelter to whoever wanted to hide. A haven, destined to protect all those who the evolving, dynamic world would not accept.
