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"
I
have
to
get
back
,
"
I
said
.
"
You
give
my
love
to
all
those
dear
boys
.
I
’
ve
got
lots
of
things
to
bring
.
I
’
ve
some
fine
marsala
and
cakes
.
"
"
Good
-
by
,
"
I
said
.
"
They
’
ll
be
awfully
glad
to
see
you
.
"
"
Good
-
by
,
"
said
Meyers
.
"
You
come
around
to
the
galleria
.
You
know
where
my
table
is
.
We
’
re
all
there
every
afternoon
.
"
I
went
on
up
the
street
.
I
wanted
to
buy
something
at
the
Cova
to
take
to
Catherine
.
Inside
,
at
the
Cova
,
I
bought
a
box
of
chocolate
and
while
the
girl
wrapped
it
up
I
walked
over
to
the
bar
.
There
were
a
couple
of
British
and
some
aviators
.
I
had
a
martini
alone
,
paid
for
it
,
picked
up
the
box
of
chocolate
at
the
outside
counter
and
walked
on
home
toward
the
hospital
.
Outside
the
little
bar
up
the
street
from
the
Scala
there
were
some
people
I
knew
,
a
vice
-
consul
,
two
fellows
who
studied
singing
,
and
Ettore
Moretti
,
an
Italian
from
San
Francisco
who
was
in
the
Italian
army
.
I
had
a
drink
with
them
.
One
of
the
singers
was
named
Ralph
Simmons
,
and
he
was
singing
under
the
name
of
Enrico
DelCredo
.
I
never
knew
how
well
he
could
sing
but
he
was
always
on
the
point
of
something
very
big
happening
.
He
was
fat
and
looked
shopworn
around
the
nose
and
mouth
as
though
he
had
hayfever
.
He
had
come
back
from
singing
in
Piacenza
.
He
had
sung
Tosca
and
it
had
been
wonderful
.
"
Of
course
you
’
ve
never
heard
me
sing
,
"
he
said
.
"
When
will
you
sing
here
?
"
"
I
’
ll
be
at
the
Scala
in
the
fall
.
"
"
I
’
ll
bet
they
throw
the
benches
at
you
,
"
Ettore
said
.
"
Did
you
hear
how
they
threw
the
benches
at
him
in
Modena
?
"
"
It
’
s
a
damned
lie
.
"
