My name is Romano Vargas, and I have a twin brother, Feliciano. We are 15. We both have been living in a Catholic school for five years now. Feliciano doesn't like it here. He isn't the religious type he looks to be. My fratello loves to draw and eat, not sit around and listen to lectures and scripture.
But, no one expects me to be a religion-nut. I'm so loudmouthed and obstinate about what I believe in. I get in fights and swear a lot. Well, I used to swear a lot. I'm trying to work on cleaning up my image. It helps that almost everyone here takes joy in the fact that I am a devout Catholic.
The other people here, especially Father Lorenzo, seem to be watching me a lot. Father Lorenzo is an old man, bald, has one good eye, and a yellow smile. He is a huge fan of the ways of torture during the insiquition.
At one point in my life, I always thought Father Lorenzo was a man who did not want friends. Or even to interact with other humans unless he was preaching. Then I met the man that made Father Lorenzo laugh.
Feliciano and I were walking past Father Lorenzo's office and we heard an unfamiliar voice. A Spaniards. The door was open so I looked in.
The man talking to Father Lorenzo was a Spaniard. He wore a red hood and beige and brown clothing. Green eyes stood out from under dark brown hair and he had tanned skin. To top it all off, he had an almost contagious smile.
Father Lorenzo laughed at what the man had told him in Spanish.
Then the man turns to see Feliciano and I standing in the doorway, watching them. We both begin to expect some type of punishment as both men stop smiling. Then the Spaniard walks towards me.
"What is your name?" he asks, in Spanish.
I'm not that good with Spanish, I wnder if he knew that. "I'm Romano Vargas. Behind me is my brother, Feliciano Vargas."
Then the bastard smiles. Not a normal smile, a down-right bright and cheerful smile. I mean, what the hell? Then he stepped closer to me, putting his mouth close to my ear to whisper. Dimly, I realize he smells like tomatoes and something else that I cant place just yet.
"We will see each other soon." Then he stands up tall and leaves.
Later, I learned that the man was Antonio Fernandez Carreido, the head inquisitor for the Vatican.