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Chapter 33

           SimmonslivedalongwayoutinthetowntowardthePortaMagenta.HewasstillinbedandsleepywhenIwenttoseehim.

           "Yougetupawfullyearly,Henry,"hesaid.

           "Icameinontheearlytrain."

           "What’sallthisretreat?Wereyouatthefront?Willyouhaveacigarette?They’reinthatboxonthetable."Itwasabigroomwithabedbesidethewall,apianooveronthefarsideandadresserandtable.Isatonachairbythebed.Simmonssatproppedupbythepillowsandsmoked.

           "I’minajam,Sim,"Isaid.

           "SoamI,"hesaid."I’malwaysinajam.Won’tyousmoke?"

           "No,"Isaid."What’stheprocedureingoingtoSwitzerland?"

           "Foryou?TheItalianswouldn’tletyououtofthecountry."

           "Yes.Iknowthat.ButtheSwiss.Whatwilltheydo?"

           "Theyinternyou."

           "Iknow.Butwhat’sthemechanicsofit?"

           "Nothing.It’sverysimple.Youcangoanywhere.Ithinkyoujusthavetoreportorsomething.Why?Areyoufleeingthepolice?"

           "Nothingdefiniteyet."

           "Don’ttellmeifyoudon’twant.Butitwouldbeinterestingtohear.Nothinghappenshere.IwasagreatflopatPiacenza."

           "I’mawfullysorry."

           "OhyesIwentverybadly.Isungwelltoo.I’mgoingtotryitagainattheLyricohere."

           "I’dliketobethere."

           "You’reawfullypolite.Youaren’tinabadmess,areyou?"

           "Idon’tknow."

           "Don’ttellmeifyoudon’twant.Howdoyouhappentobeawayfromthebloodyfront?"

           "IthinkI’mthroughwithit."

           "Goodboy.Ialwaysknewyouhadsense.

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