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Chapter 21

           Twogirlswereposingandhecuttheirsilhouettestogether,snippingveryfastandlookingatthem,hisheadononeside.Thegirlsweregiggling.Heshowedmethesilhouettesbeforehepastedthemonwhitepaperandhandedthemtothegirls.

           "They’rebeautiful,"hesaid."Howaboutyou,Tenente?"

           Thegirlswentawaylookingattheirsilhouettesandlaughing.Theywerenice-lookinggirls.Oneofthemworkedinthewineshopacrossfromthehospital.

           "Allright,"Isaid.

           "Takeyourcapoff."

           "No.Withiton."

           "Itwillnotbesobeautiful,"theoldmansaid."But,"hebrightened,"itwillbemoremilitary."

           Hesnippedawayattheblackpaper,thenseparatedthetwothicknessesandpastedtheprofilesonacardandhandedthemtome.

           "Howmuch?"

           "That’sallright."Hewavedhishand."Ijustmadethemforyou."

           "Please."Ibroughtoutsomecoppers."Forpleasure."

           "No.Ididthemforapleasure.Givethemtoyourgirl."

           "Manythanksuntilwemeet."

           "UntilIseethee."

           Iwentontothehospital.Thereweresomeletters,anofficialone,andsomeothers.Iwastohavethreeweeks’convalescentleaveandthenreturntothefront.Ireaditovercarefully.Well,thatwasthat.TheconvalescentleavestartedOctoberfourthwhenmycoursewasfinished.Threeweekswastwenty-onedays.ThatmadeOctobertwenty-fifth.ItoldthemIwouldnotbeinandwenttotherestaurantalittlewayupthestreetfromthehospitalforsupperandreadmylettersandtheCorriereDellaSeraatthetable.

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