Sisters of the hearte
New Year’s Eve 1998 in the port town of Mazara del Vallo in southwestern Sicily was an unusually busy one. The local hospital, Abele Ajello, normally only sees a dozen or so births each week, but that night all hands were on deck as a mini baby boom ensured the on-call doctor and rostered nurses were run off their feet.
Not long after the town clocks chimed midnight, two women who had met fleetingly during prenatal classes a few weeks before went into labour and were shown adjoining rooms in the labour ward. Several hours later, Marinella Alagna, already the mother of two daughters, would end up in the same delivery room as Gisella Foderà, encouraging the first-time mum through the worst of the contractions. Their baby girls saw the light of day within 15 minutes of each other. As was customary then, the squalling bundles were promptly taken back to the hospital nursery to be bathed and clothed before being returned to their overjoyed parents. But when they were handed back, Marinella and Gisella separately pointed out that the babies were dressed in the wrong colour jumpsuits. The harried nurse shut down their questions,
