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It
was
Michaela
,
the
skinny
maid
with
the
merry
disposition
and
homely
sallow
face
,
and
she
was
waking
him
up
because
he
had
a
visitor
waiting
just
outside
the
door
.
Luciana
!
He
could
hardly
believe
it
.
And
she
was
alone
in
the
room
with
him
after
Michaela
had
departed
,
lovely
,
hale
and
statuesque
,
steaming
and
rippling
with
an
irrepressible
affectionate
vitality
even
as
she
remained
in
one
place
and
frowned
at
him
irately
.
She
stood
like
a
youthful
female
colossus
with
her
magnificent
columnar
legs
apart
on
high
white
shoes
with
wedged
heels
,
wearing
a
pretty
green
dress
and
swinging
a
large
,
flat
white
leather
pocketbook
,
with
which
she
cracked
him
hard
across
the
face
when
he
leaped
out
of
bed
to
grab
her
.
Yossarian
staggered
backward
out
of
range
in
a
daze
,
clutching
his
stinging
cheek
with
bewilderment
.
"
Pig
!
"
She
spat
out
at
him
viciously
,
her
nostrils
flaring
in
a
look
of
savage
disdain
.
"
Vive
com
"
un
animale
!
"
With
a
fierce
,
guttural
,
scornful
,
disgusted
oath
,
she
strode
across
the
room
and
threw
open
the
three
tall
casement
windows
,
letting
inside
an
effulgent
flood
of
sunlight
and
crisp
fresh
air
that
washed
through
the
stuffy
room
like
an
invigorating
tonic
.
She
placed
her
pocketbook
on
a
chair
and
began
tidying
the
room
,
picking
his
things
up
from
the
floor
and
off
the
tops
of
the
furniture
,
throwing
his
socks
,
handkerchief
and
underwear
into
an
empty
drawer
of
the
dresser
and
hanging
his
shirt
and
trousers
up
in
the
closet
.
Yossarian
ran
out
of
the
bedroom
into
the
bathroom
and
brushed
his
teeth
.
He
washed
his
hands
and
face
and
combed
his
hair
.
When
he
ran
back
,
the
room
was
in
order
and
Luciana
was
almost
undressed
.
Her
expression
was
relaxed
.
She
left
her
earrings
on
the
dresser
and
padded
barefoot
to
the
bed
wearing
just
a
pink
rayon
chemise
that
came
down
to
her
hips
.
She
glanced
about
the
room
prudently
to
make
certain
there
was
nothing
she
had
overlooked
in
the
way
of
neatness
and
then
drew
back
the
coverlet
and
stretched
herself
out
luxuriously
with
an
expression
of
feline
expectation
.
She
beckoned
to
him
longingly
,
with
a
husky
laugh
.
"
Now
,
"
she
announced
in
a
whisper
,
holding
both
arms
out
to
him
eagerly
.
"
Now
I
will
let
you
sleep
with
me
.
"
She
told
him
some
lies
about
a
single
weekend
in
bed
with
a
slaughtered
fiancé
in
the
Italian
Army
,
and
they
all
turned
out
to
be
true
,
for
she
cried
,
"
finito
!
"
almost
as
soon
as
he
started
and
wondered
why
he
didn
’
t
stop
,
until
he
had
finitoed
too
and
explained
to
her
.
He
lit
cigarettes
for
both
of
them
.
She
was
enchanted
by
the
deep
suntan
covering
his
whole
body
.
He
wondered
about
the
pink
chemise
that
she
would
not
remove
.
It
was
cut
like
a
man
’
s
undershirt
,
with
narrow
shoulder
straps
,
and
concealed
the
invisible
scar
on
her
back
that
she
refused
to
let
him
see
after
he
had
made
her
tell
him
it
was
there
.
She
grew
tense
as
fine
steel
when
he
traced
the
mutilated
contours
with
his
fingertip
from
a
pit
in
her
shoulder
blade
almost
to
the
base
of
her
spine
.
He
winced
at
the
many
tortured
nights
she
had
spent
in
the
hospital
,
drugged
or
in
pain
,
with
the
ubiquitous
,
ineradicable
odors
of
ether
,
fecal
matter
and
disinfectant
,
of
human
flesh
mortified
and
decaying
amid
the
white
uniforms
,
the
rubbersoled
shoes
,
and
the
eerie
night
lights
glowing
dimly
until
dawn
in
the
corridors
.
She
had
been
wounded
in
an
air
raid
.
"
Dove
?
"
he
asked
,
and
he
held
his
breath
in
suspense
.
"
Napoli
.
"
"
Germans
?
"
"
Americani
.
"
His
heart
cracked
,
and
he
fell
in
love
.
He
wondered
if
she
would
marry
him
.
