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"
Good
-
by
,
"
Catherine
said
,
"
and
have
a
fine
breakfast
for
me
too
.
"
"
Where
can
I
get
breakfast
?
"
I
asked
the
nurse
.
"
There
’
s
a
café
down
the
street
at
the
square
,
"
she
said
.
"
It
should
be
open
now
.
"
Outside
it
was
getting
light
.
I
walked
down
the
empty
street
to
the
café
.
There
was
a
light
in
the
window
.
I
went
in
and
stood
at
the
zinc
bar
and
an
old
man
served
me
a
glass
of
white
wine
and
a
brioche
.
The
brioche
was
yesterday
’
s
.
I
dipped
it
in
the
wine
and
then
drank
a
glass
of
coffee
.
"
What
do
you
do
at
this
hour
?
"
the
old
man
asked
.
"
My
wife
is
in
labor
at
the
hospital
.
"
"
So
.
I
wish
you
good
luck
.
"
"
Give
me
another
glass
of
wine
.
"
He
poured
it
from
the
bottle
slopping
it
over
a
little
so
some
ran
down
on
the
zinc
.
I
drank
this
glass
,
paid
and
went
out
.
Outside
along
the
street
were
the
refuse
cans
from
the
houses
waiting
for
the
collector
.
A
dog
was
nosing
at
one
of
the
cans
.
"
What
do
you
want
?
"
I
asked
and
looked
in
the
can
to
see
if
there
was
anything
I
could
pull
out
for
him
;
there
was
nothing
on
top
but
coffee
-
grounds
,
dust
and
some
dead
flowers
.
