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Chapter 25

           "Takealittlewineforyourstomach’ssake.That’sSaintPaul,youknow."

           "YesIknow,"saidthepriestpolitely.Rinaldifilledhisglass.

           "ThatSaintPaul,"saidRinaldi."He’stheonewhomakesallthetrouble."Thepriestlookedatmeandsmiled.Icouldseethatthebaitingdidnottouchhimnow.

           "ThatSaintPaul,"Rinaldisaid."Hewasarounderandachaserandthenwhenhewasnolongerhothesaiditwasnogood.Whenhewasfinishedhemadetherulesforuswhoarestillhot.Isn’tittrue,Federico?"

           Themajorsmiled.Wewereeatingmeatstewnow.

           "IneverdiscussaSaintafterdark,"Isaid.Thepriestlookedupfromthestewandsmiledatme.

           "Thereheis,goneoverwiththepriest,"Rinaldisaid."Whereareallthegoodoldpriest-baiters?WhereisCavalcanti?WhereisBrundi?WhereisCesare?DoIhavetobaitthispriestalonewithoutsupport?"

           "Heisagoodpriest,"saidthemajor.

           "Heisagoodpriest,"saidRinaldi."Butstillapriest.Itrytomakethemessliketheolddays.IwanttomakeFedericohappy.Tohellwithyou,priest!"

           Isawthemajorlookathimandnoticethathewasdrunk.Histhinfacewaswhite.Thelineofhishairwasveryblackagainstthewhiteofhisforehead.

           "It’sallright,Rinaldo,"saidthepriest."It’sallright."

           "Tohellwithyou,"saidRinaldi."Tohellwiththewholedamnbusiness."Hesatbackinhischair.

           "He’sbeenunderastrainandhe’stired,"themajorsaidtome.

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