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"
They
were
left
to
do
something
to
a
bridge
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
They
can
’
t
find
their
unit
so
I
gave
them
a
ride
.
"
"
With
the
Sir
Lieutenant
’
s
permission
.
"
"
With
permission
,
"
I
said
.
"
The
lieutenant
is
an
American
,
"
Bonello
said
.
"
He
’
ll
give
anybody
a
ride
.
"
One
of
the
sergeants
smiled
.
The
other
asked
Bonello
if
I
was
an
Italian
from
North
or
South
America
.
"
He
’
s
not
an
Italian
.
He
’
s
North
American
English
.
"
The
sergeants
were
polite
but
did
not
believe
it
.
I
left
them
and
went
back
to
Aymo
.
He
had
two
girls
on
the
seat
with
him
and
was
sitting
back
in
the
corner
and
smoking
.
"
Barto
,
Barto
,
"
I
said
.
He
laughed
.
"
Talk
to
them
,
Tenente
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
’
t
understand
them
.
Hey
!
"
He
put
his
hand
on
the
girl
’
s
thigh
and
squeezed
it
in
a
friendly
way
.
The
girl
drew
her
shawl
tight
around
her
and
pushed
his
hand
away
.
"
Hey
!
"
he
said
.
"
Tell
the
Tenente
your
name
and
what
you
’
re
doing
here
.
"
The
girl
looked
at
me
fiercely
.
The
other
girl
kept
her
eyes
down
.
The
girl
who
looked
at
me
said
something
in
a
dialect
I
could
not
understand
a
word
of
.
She
was
plump
and
dark
and
looked
about
sixteen
.
