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I
drank
half
the
glass
.
In
the
hall
I
could
hear
the
orderly
calling
.
"
Soup
!
Soup
is
ready
!
"
The
major
came
in
,
nodded
to
us
and
sat
down
.
He
seemed
very
small
at
table
.
"
Is
this
all
we
are
?
"
he
asked
.
The
orderly
put
the
soup
bowl
down
and
he
ladled
out
a
plate
full
.
"
We
are
all
,
"
Rinaldi
said
.
"
Unless
the
priest
comes
.
If
he
knew
Federico
was
here
he
would
be
here
.
"
"
Where
is
he
?
"
I
asked
.
"
He
’
s
at
307
,
"
the
major
said
.
He
was
busy
with
his
soup
.
He
wiped
his
mouth
,
wiping
his
upturned
gray
mustache
carefully
.
"
He
will
come
I
think
.
I
called
them
and
left
word
to
tell
him
you
were
here
.
"
"
I
miss
the
noise
of
the
mess
,
"
I
said
.
"
Yes
,
it
’
s
quiet
,
"
the
major
said
.
"
I
will
be
noisy
,
"
said
Rinaldi
.
"
Drink
some
wine
,
Enrico
,
"
said
the
major
.
He
filled
my
glass
.
The
spaghetti
came
in
and
we
were
all
busy
.
We
were
finishing
the
spaghetti
when
the
priest
came
in
.
He
was
the
same
as
ever
,
small
and
brown
and
compact
looking
.
I
stood
up
and
we
shook
hands
.
He
put
his
hand
on
my
shoulder
.
