[He isn't . . . praying, exactly. Just thinking, contemplating, which in a lot of ways he feels is the same, only without the appeal for help. There are certain things that he doesn't feel it's anyone's place to help with, not even an uncertain God's.]
[So he is thinking of, not praying for, Narancia, with his thorny open heart and his exuberance and his violence, when their eyes meet, which is why his smile comes out so soft, like a whisper instead of a shout. Appropriate for church, anyway; he was always taught not to show strong emotion here (or anywhere).]
Buon giorno, signora.
Am I bothering you? My business here isn't urgent, if I am.
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[So he is thinking of, not praying for, Narancia, with his thorny open heart and his exuberance and his violence, when their eyes meet, which is why his smile comes out so soft, like a whisper instead of a shout. Appropriate for church, anyway; he was always taught not to show strong emotion here (or anywhere).]
Buon giorno, signora.
Am I bothering you? My business here isn't urgent, if I am.