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Rinaldi
went
across
the
room
to
the
washstand
and
brought
back
two
glasses
and
a
bottle
of
cognac
.
"
It
’
s
Austrian
cognac
,
"
he
said
.
"
Seven
stars
.
It
’
s
all
they
captured
on
San
Gabriele
.
"
"
Were
you
up
there
?
"
"
No
.
I
haven
’
t
been
anywhere
.
I
’
ve
been
here
all
the
time
operating
.
Look
,
baby
,
this
is
your
old
tooth
-
brushing
glass
.
I
kept
it
all
the
time
to
remind
me
of
you
.
"
"
To
remind
you
to
brush
your
teeth
.
"
"
No
.
I
have
my
own
too
.
I
kept
this
to
remind
me
of
you
trying
to
brush
away
the
Villa
Rossa
from
your
teeth
in
the
morning
,
swearing
and
eating
aspirin
and
cursing
harlots
.
Every
time
I
see
that
glass
I
think
of
you
trying
to
clean
your
conscience
with
a
toothbrush
.
"
He
came
over
to
the
bed
.
"
Kiss
me
once
and
tell
me
you
’
re
not
serious
.
"
"
I
never
kiss
you
.
You
’
re
an
ape
.
"
"
I
know
,
you
are
the
fine
good
Anglo
-
Saxon
boy
.
I
know
.
You
are
the
remorse
boy
,
I
know
.
I
will
wait
till
I
see
the
Anglo
-
Saxon
brushing
away
harlotry
with
a
toothbrush
.
"
"
Put
some
cognac
in
the
glass
.
"
We
touched
glasses
and
drank
.
Rinaldi
laughed
at
me
.
