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"
Wash
up
and
come
as
you
are
.
"
I
washed
,
brushed
my
hair
and
we
started
.
"
Wait
a
minute
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
Perhaps
we
should
have
a
drink
.
"
He
opened
his
trunk
and
took
out
a
bottle
.
"
Not
Strega
,
"
I
said
.
"
No
.
Grappa
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
He
poured
two
glasses
and
we
touched
them
,
first
fingers
extended
.
The
grappa
was
very
strong
.
"
Another
?
"
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
.
We
drank
the
second
grappa
,
Rinaldi
put
away
the
bottle
and
we
went
down
the
stairs
.
It
was
hot
walking
through
the
town
but
the
sun
was
starting
to
go
down
and
it
was
very
pleasant
.
The
British
hospital
was
a
big
villa
built
by
Germans
before
the
war
.
Miss
Barkley
was
in
the
garden
.
Another
nurse
was
with
her
.
We
saw
their
white
uniforms
through
the
trees
and
walked
toward
them
.
Rinaldi
saluted
.
I
saluted
too
but
more
moderately
.
"
How
do
you
do
?
"
Miss
Barkley
said
.
"
You
’
re
not
an
Italian
,
are
you
?
"
