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"
I
don
’
t
give
a
damn
,
"
Rinaldi
said
to
the
table
.
"
To
hell
with
the
whole
business
.
"
He
looked
defiantly
around
the
table
,
his
eyes
flat
,
his
face
pale
.
"
All
right
,
"
I
said
.
"
To
hell
with
the
whole
damn
business
.
"
"
No
,
no
,
"
said
Rinaldi
.
"
You
can
’
t
do
it
.
You
can
’
t
do
it
.
I
say
you
can
’
t
do
it
.
You
’
re
dry
and
you
’
re
empty
and
there
’
s
nothing
else
.
There
’
s
nothing
else
I
tell
you
.
Not
a
damned
thing
.
I
know
,
when
I
stop
working
.
"
The
priest
shook
his
head
.
The
orderly
took
away
the
stew
dish
.
"
What
are
you
eating
meat
for
?
"
Rinaldi
turned
to
the
priest
.
"
Don
’
t
you
know
it
’
s
Friday
?
"
"
It
’
s
Thursday
,
"
the
priest
said
.
"
It
’
s
a
lie
.
It
’
s
Friday
.
You
’
re
eating
the
body
of
our
Lord
.
It
’
s
God
-
meat
.
I
know
.
It
’
s
dead
Austrian
.
That
’
s
what
you
’
re
eating
.
"
"
The
white
meat
is
from
officers
,
"
I
said
,
completing
the
old
joke
.
Rinaldi
laughed
.
He
filled
his
glass
.
"
Don
’
t
mind
me
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
’
m
just
a
little
crazy
.
"
