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Chapter 4

           "NotStrega,"Isaid.

           "No.Grappa."

           "Allright."

           Hepouredtwoglassesandwetouchedthem,firstfingersextended.Thegrappawasverystrong.

           "Another?"

           "Allright,"Isaid.Wedrankthesecondgrappa,Rinaldiputawaythebottleandwewentdownthestairs.Itwashotwalkingthroughthetownbutthesunwasstartingtogodownanditwasverypleasant.TheBritishhospitalwasabigvillabuiltbyGermansbeforethewar.MissBarkleywasinthegarden.Anothernursewaswithher.Wesawtheirwhiteuniformsthroughthetreesandwalkedtowardthem.Rinaldisaluted.Isalutedtoobutmoremoderately.

           "Howdoyoudo?"MissBarkleysaid."You’renotanItalian,areyou?"

           "Oh,no."

           Rinaldiwastalkingwiththeothernurse.Theywerelaughing."WhatanoddthingtobeintheItalianarmy."

           "It’snotreallythearmy.It’sonlytheambulance."

           "It’sveryoddthough.Whydidyoudoit?"

           "Idon’tknow,"Isaid."Thereisn’talwaysanexplanationforeverything."

           "Oh,isn’tthere?Iwasbroughtuptothinktherewas."

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