Arturo ventured through the forest behind Widow Bromante’s cottage to reach Fellicci’s garden plot. Caffa, as his father was called, had warned him against leaving the house and to avoid exchanges with anyone. Arturo combed through a labyrinth of weeds in Fellicci’s garden and gathered a bit of saffron and bol armeniac for a poultice. His mother had taught him that these herbs ward off illness, but he hadn’t used his healing skills since learning to work the fields with the peasants. Fashioning herbal remedies was women’s work. Yet he couldn’t argue against the logic that if there is no woman to do the work, it still must be done.