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Chapter 29

           "It’sed,"Isaid."Isthereanythingyouwantinthecar,Barto?"

           AymoclimbedupwithBonello,carryingthecheeseandtwobottlesofwineandhiscape.Bonello,sittingbehindthewheel,waslookingthroughthepocketsofthesergeant’scoat.

           "Betterthrowthecoataway,"Isaid."WhataboutBarto’svirgins?"

           "Theycangetintheback,"Pianisaid."Idon’tthinkwearegoingfar."

           Iopenedthebackdooroftheambulance.

           "Comeon,"Isaid."Getin."Thetwogirlsclimbedinandsatinthecorner.Theyseemedtohavetakennonoticeoftheshooting.Ilookedbackuptheroad.Thesergeantlayinhisdirtylong-sleevedunderwear.IgotupwithPianiandwestarted.Weweregoingtotrytocrossthefield.WhentheroadenteredthefieldIgotdownandwalkedahead.Ifwecouldgetacross,therewasaroadontheotherside.Wecouldnotgetacross.Itwastoosoftandmuddyforthecars.Whentheywerefinallyandcompletelystalled,thewheelsdugintothehubs,welefttheminthefieldandstartedonfootforUdine.

           WhenwecametotheroadwhichledbacktowardthemainhighwayIpointeddownittothetwogirls.

           "Godownthere,"Isaid."You’llmeetpeople."Theylookedatme.Itookoutmypocket-bookandgavethemeachaten-liranote."Godownthere,"Isaid,pointing."Friends!Family!"

           Theydidnotunderstandbuttheyheldthemoneytightlyandstarteddowntheroad.TheylookedbackasthoughtheywereafraidImighttakethemoneyback.

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