The music went on and on. Nobody minded though; it was good music, fun and lively. Something anyone, even the tots, could dance to. Something that showed the true spirit of Epiphany. Danto smiled and kissed me on my bright red lips that went along with most of my outfit. "Only the Gods can put into words how lovely you look tonight, Gaetana." I blushed. Of course, a proper woman my age should be used to this flattery from her husband, especially in Italy. But his romantic words swept me away every time. Oh, if the Gods put anything into words, it would be my love for him! In the corner, I heard a fight break out between Claudia and another girl Annah. Andre was quick to stop it, of course, but I was still bothered. I didn't want my children around such un-womenly young girls like Annah. She came from a bad family and was raised unproperly. A very bad example for three year old Milada. The town priest arose. The music and dancing and talk suddenly stopped all at once and it was as if the world was silent. "Bring me the child." The old man demanded. My friend Jacobella stepped up beside the priest, holding her newborn son. "May we pray upon this blessed child!" The old man said, "This gift from the Gods who was born on Epiphany Day! This gift whom we shall know, humanly, as Salvatore." Meaning Savior.