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"
You
sleep
there
.
"
"
No
,
I
’
m
going
up
to
my
old
room
.
Do
you
want
a
drink
,
Bartolomeo
?
"
"
When
we
go
,
Tenente
.
Now
it
wouldn
’
t
do
me
any
good
.
"
"
If
you
wake
in
three
hours
and
I
haven
’
t
called
you
,
wake
me
,
will
you
?
"
"
I
haven
’
t
any
watch
,
Tenente
.
"
"
There
’
s
a
clock
on
the
wall
in
the
major
’
s
room
.
"
"
All
right
.
"
I
went
out
then
through
the
dining
-
room
and
the
hall
and
up
the
marble
stairs
to
the
room
where
I
had
lived
with
Rinaldi
.
It
was
raining
outside
.
I
went
to
the
window
and
looked
out
.
It
was
getting
dark
and
I
saw
the
three
cars
standing
in
line
under
the
trees
.
The
trees
were
dripping
in
the
rain
.
It
was
cold
and
the
drops
hung
to
the
branches
.
I
went
back
to
Rinaldi
’
s
bed
and
lay
down
and
let
sleep
take
me
.
We
ate
in
the
kitchen
before
we
started
.
Aymo
had
a
basin
of
spaghetti
with
onions
and
tinned
meat
chopped
up
in
it
.
We
sat
around
the
table
and
drank
two
bottles
of
the
wine
that
had
been
left
in
the
cellar
of
the
villa
.
It
was
dark
outside
and
still
raining
.
Piani
sat
at
the
table
very
sleepy
.
