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You
’
re
in
a
strange
mood
,
Juliana
thought
.
Restless
and
brooding
,
until
you
decide
to
move
on
;
then
you
become
hopped
up
.
Do
you
really
want
me
?
You
can
ditch
me
,
leave
me
here
;
it
’
s
happened
before
.
I
would
ditch
you
,
she
thought
,
if
I
were
going
on
.
"
Is
that
your
pay
?
"
she
asked
as
he
dressed
.
"
You
saved
it
up
?
"
It
was
so
much
.
Of
course
,
there
was
a
good
deal
of
money
in
the
East
.
"
All
the
other
truck
drivers
I
’
ve
talked
to
never
made
so
—
"
"
You
say
I
’
m
a
truck
driver
?
"
Joe
broke
in
.
"
Listen
;
I
rode
that
rig
not
to
drive
but
keep
off
hijackers
.
Look
like
a
truck
driver
,
snoozing
in
the
cab
.
"
Flopping
in
a
chair
in
the
corner
of
the
room
he
lay
back
,
pretending
sleep
,
his
mouth
open
,
body
limp
.
"
See
?
"
At
first
she
did
not
see
.
And
then
she
realized
that
in
his
hand
was
a
knife
,
as
thin
as
a
kitchen
potato
skewer
.
Good
grief
,
she
thought
.
Where
had
it
come
from
?
Out
of
his
sleeve
;
out
of
the
air
itself
.
"
That
’
s
why
the
Volkswagen
people
hired
me
.
Service
record
.
We
protected
ourselves
against
Haselden
,
those
commandos
;
he
led
them
.
"
The
black
eyes
glinted
;
he
grinned
sideways
at
Juliana
.
"
Guess
who
got
the
Colonel
,
there
at
the
end
.
When
we
caught
them
on
the
Nile
—
him
and
four
of
his
Long
Range
Desert
Group
months
after
the
Cairo
campaign
.
They
raided
us
for
gasoline
one
night
.
I
was
on
sentry
duty
.
Haselden
sneaked
up
,
rubbed
with
black
all
over
his
face
and
body
,
even
his
hands
;
they
had
no
wire
that
time
,
only
grenades
and
submachine
guns
.
All
too
noisy
.
He
tried
to
break
my
larynx
.
I
got
him
.
"
From
the
chair
,
Joe
sprang
up
at
her
,
laughing
.
"
Let
’
s
pack
.
You
tell
them
at
the
gym
you
’
re
taking
a
few
days
off
;
phone
them
.
"
His
account
simply
did
not
convince
her
.
Perhaps
he
had
not
been
in
North
Africa
at
all
,
had
not
even
fought
in
the
war
on
the
Axis
side
,
had
not
even
fought
.
What
hijackers
?
she
wondered
.
No
truck
that
she
knew
of
had
come
through
Canon
City
from
the
East
Coast
with
an
armed
professional
ex
-
soldier
as
guard
.
Maybe
he
had
not
even
lived
in
the
U
.
S
.
A
.
,
had
made
everything
up
from
the
start
;
a
line
to
snare
her
,
to
get
her
interested
,
to
appear
romantic
.
Maybe
he
’
s
insane
,
she
thought
.
Ironic
…
I
may
actually
do
what
I
’
ve
pretended
many
times
to
have
done
:
use
my
judo
in
self
-
defense
.
To
save
my
—
virginity
?
My
life
,
she
thought
.
But
more
likely
he
is
just
some
poor
low
-
class
wop
laboring
slob
with
delusions
of
glory
;
he
wants
to
go
on
a
grand
spree
,
spend
all
his
money
,
live
it
up
—
and
then
go
back
to
his
monotonous
existence
.
And
he
needs
a
girl
to
do
it
.
"
Okay
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
’
ll
call
the
gym
.
"
As
she
went
toward
the
hall
she
thought
,
He
’
ll
buy
me
expensive
clothes
and
then
take
me
to
some
luxurious
hotel
.
Every
man
yearns
to
have
a
really
well
-
dressed
woman
before
he
dies
,
even
if
he
has
to
buy
her
the
clothes
himself
.
This
binge
is
probably
Joe
Cinnadella
’
s
lifelong
ambition
.
And
he
is
shrewd
;
I
’
ll
bet
he
’
s
right
in
his
analysis
of
me
—
I
have
a
neurotic
fear
of
the
masculine
.
Frank
knew
it
,
too
.
That
’
s
why
he
and
I
broke
up
;
that
’
s
why
I
still
feel
this
anxiety
now
,
this
mistrust
.
