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Chapter 13

           "Heavy?"Iaskedthemanwiththegarlic.

           "Nothing,"hesaid.Hisfacewassweatingandhegrunted.Theelevatorrosesteadilyandstopped.Themanholdingthefeetopenedthedoorandsteppedout.Wewereonabalcony.Therewereseveraldoorswithbrassknobs.Themancarryingthefeetpushedabuttonthatrangabell.Wehearditinsidethedoors.Noonecame.Thentheportercameupthestairs.

           "Wherearethey?"thestretcher-bearersasked.

           "Idon’tknow,"saidtheporter."Theysleepdownstairs."

           "Getsomebody."

           Theporterrangthebell,thenknockedonthedoor,thenheopenedthedoorandwentin.Whenhecamebacktherewasanelderlywomanwearingglasseswithhim.Herhairwaslooseandhalf-fallingandsheworeanurse’sdress.

           "Ican’tunderstand,"shesaid."Ican’tunderstandItalian."

           "IcanspeakEnglish,"Isaid."Theywanttoputmesomewhere."

           "Noneoftheroomsareready.Thereisn’tanypatientexpected."Shetuckedatherhairandlookedatmenear-sightedly.

           "Showthemanyroomwheretheycanputme."

           "Idon’tknow,"shesaid."There’snopatientexpected.Icouldn’tputyouinjustanyroom."

           "Anyroomwilldo,"Isaid.ThentotheporterinItalian,"Findanemptyroom."

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