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"
Then
do
we
start
?
"
"
No
,
we
’
ll
sleep
for
three
hours
.
"
"
Christ
I
’
m
glad
to
sleep
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
I
couldn
’
t
keep
awake
driving
.
"
"
How
’
s
your
car
,
Aymo
?
"
I
asked
.
"
It
’
s
all
right
.
"
"
Get
me
a
monkey
suit
and
I
’
ll
help
you
with
the
oil
.
"
"
Don
’
t
you
do
that
,
Tenente
,
"
Aymo
said
.
"
It
’
s
nothing
to
do
.
You
go
and
pack
your
things
.
"
"
My
things
are
all
packed
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
’
ll
go
and
carry
out
the
stuff
that
they
left
for
us
.
Bring
the
cars
around
as
soon
as
they
’
re
ready
.
"
They
brought
the
cars
around
to
the
front
of
the
villa
and
we
loaded
them
with
the
hospital
equipment
which
was
piled
in
the
hallway
.
When
it
was
all
in
,
the
three
cars
stood
in
line
down
the
driveway
under
the
trees
in
the
rain
.
We
went
inside
.
"
Make
a
fire
in
the
kitchen
and
dry
your
things
,
"
I
said
.
