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"
I
like
a
retreat
better
than
an
advance
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
On
a
retreat
we
drink
barbera
.
"
"
We
drink
it
now
.
To
-
morrow
maybe
we
drink
rainwater
,
"
Aymo
said
.
"
To
-
morrow
we
’
ll
be
in
Udine
.
We
’
ll
drink
champagne
.
That
’
s
where
the
slackers
live
.
Wake
up
,
Piani
!
We
’
ll
drink
champagne
tomorrow
in
Udine
!
"
"
I
’
m
awake
,
"
Piani
said
.
He
filled
his
plate
with
the
spaghetti
and
meat
.
"
Couldn
’
t
you
find
tomato
sauce
,
Barto
?
"
"
There
wasn
’
t
any
,
"
Aymo
said
.
"
We
’
ll
drink
champagne
in
Udine
,
"
Bonello
said
.
He
filled
his
glass
with
the
clear
red
barbera
.
"
We
may
drink
—
—
before
Udine
,
"
Piani
said
.
"
Have
you
eaten
enough
,
Tenente
?
"
Aymo
asked
.
"
I
’
ve
got
plenty
.
Give
me
the
bottle
,
Bartolomeo
.
"
