“Thank you, Dear. Good-bye.” Well, what the heck! If it wasn’t Mr. Lee…who was it?
The Internet had found the story; maybe the Internet could find the author. Again Tennessee spent her lunch break on her computer. She started by googling “chiara deluna,” but got only sites about the story, no help at all. She googled “chiara de luna”—1,390,000 hits. Darn it! At least the ones she was looking for should be recent. “La vita di Santa Chiara di Assisi la conduce dare in su… Inoltre conosciuto come sorella della luna, lei…” Damn it! Why didn’t she learn Spanish in high school instead of wasting her time on English? “Santa Chiara, Italian saint known as St. Claire or Poor Clare.” O.K.: Chiara. Name of a famous saint. What about de luna? “Poor Clare bibliography… Santa Chiara, or Saint Claire, companion of St. Francis of Assisi, gave up her family’s riches…”
More saint stuff. “The life of Chiara of Assisi and her relationship with St. Francis is chronicled in the movie Brother Sun, Sister Moon.” Aha! Luna was Spanish for “moon.” Tennessee knew that much. Chiara de Luna was “Saint Claire,” aka Sister Moon! Oh, definitely a pseudonym! Tennessee was feeling quite astute, and on the cusp of great discovery. She changed her search slightly: “claire de luna”— 196,000 hits. Tennessee started at the top. “Claire DeLuna Café opened its doors in Portland last March. This homey coffee shop offers…” No. “Italian recipes by chef Claire DeLuna. Browse below if you’re looking for…” No…but those photos of pasta reminded Tennessee she hadn’t eaten lunch. Oh, well, that’s one way to lose those few pounds before the reunion. “…the impressionist painting by Felix Vallotton Claire de Lune hangs in the Muse de
Orsay…” “BUY NOW! Complete 2disc set Piano Ballads of the 20th Century for only $19.99. Disc 1: ‘Take my Breath Away,’ Clare de Lune…” No and no! “Agh! Nothing useful at all!” So many links for one overused name! That would never happen to Tennessee. She changed the search again, narrowing in on her target: “sister moon claire.” “Brother Sun, Sister Moon, directed by…” No. Been there, read that already. Her lunch hour was over, but she was on a mission. She would go into tomorrow’s lunch hour if she had to. Discovering the source of her renown was too important to be dissuaded by work. Tennessee searched again, excluding the phrase “brother sun sister moon” and adding “pseudonym.” She opened the first link. A series of articles published in the Simpson College student newspaper,