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Chapter 25

           "Oh,baby,howyou’vecomebacktome.Youcomebackseriousandwithaliver.Itellyouthiswarisabadthing.Whydidwemakeitanyway."

           "We’llhaveadrink.Idon’twanttogetdrunkbutwe’llhaveadrink."

           Rinaldiwentacrosstheroomtothewashstandandbroughtbacktwoglassesandabottleofcognac.

           "It’sAustriancognac,"hesaid."Sevenstars.It’salltheycapturedonSanGabriele."

           "Wereyouupthere?"

           "No.Ihaven’tbeenanywhere.I’vebeenhereallthetimeoperating.Look,baby,thisisyouroldtooth-brushingglass.Ikeptitallthetimetoremindmeofyou."

           "Toremindyoutobrushyourteeth."

           "No.Ihavemyowntoo.IkeptthistoremindmeofyoutryingtobrushawaytheVillaRossafromyourteethinthemorning,swearingandeatingaspirinandcursingharlots.EverytimeIseethatglassIthinkofyoutryingtocleanyourconsciencewithatoothbrush."Hecameovertothebed."Kissmeonceandtellmeyou’renotserious."

           "Ineverkissyou.You’reanape."

           "Iknow,youarethefinegoodAnglo-Saxonboy.Iknow.Youaretheremorseboy,Iknow.IwillwaittillIseetheAnglo-Saxonbrushingawayharlotrywithatoothbrush."

           "Putsomecognacintheglass."

           Wetouchedglassesanddrank.Rinaldilaughedatme.

           "IwillgetyoudrunkandtakeoutyourliverandputyouinagoodItalianliverandmakeyouamanagain."

           Iheldtheglassforsomemorecognac.Itwasdarkoutsidenow.Holdingtheglassofcognac,Iwentoverandopenedthewindow.Therainhadstoppedfalling.

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