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We
were
outside
the
villa
.
"
They
call
her
the
Mother
Superior
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
The
girls
are
new
but
everybody
knows
her
.
They
must
have
brought
them
up
just
before
the
retreat
.
"
"
They
’
ll
have
a
time
.
"
"
I
’
ll
say
they
’
ll
have
a
time
.
I
’
d
like
to
have
a
crack
at
them
for
nothing
.
They
charge
too
much
at
that
house
anyway
.
The
government
gyps
us
.
"
"
Take
the
car
out
and
have
the
mechanics
go
over
it
,
"
I
said
.
"
Change
the
oil
and
check
the
differential
.
Fill
it
up
and
then
get
some
sleep
.
"
"
Yes
,
Signor
Tenente
.
"
The
villa
was
empty
.
Rinaldi
was
gone
with
the
hospital
.
The
major
was
gone
taking
hospital
personnel
in
the
staff
car
.
There
was
a
note
on
the
window
for
me
to
fill
the
cars
with
the
material
piled
in
the
hall
and
to
proceed
to
Pordenone
.
The
mechanics
were
gone
already
.
I
went
out
back
to
the
garage
.
The
other
two
cars
came
in
while
I
was
there
and
their
drivers
got
down
.
It
was
starting
to
rain
again
.
"
I
’
m
so
—
sleepy
I
went
to
sleep
three
times
coming
here
from
Plava
,
"
Piani
said
.
"
What
are
we
going
to
do
,
Tenente
?
"
"
We
’
ll
change
the
oil
,
grease
them
,
fill
them
up
,
then
take
them
around
in
front
and
load
up
the
junk
they
’
ve
left
.
"
