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Chapter 34

           "Oneofthemismywife,"Isaid."Ihavecomeheretomeether."

           "Theotherismywife."

           "Iamnotjoking."

           "Pardonmystupidjoke,"hesaid."Ididnotunderstand."Hewentawayandwasgonequitealittlewhile.Iateolives,saltedalmondsandpotatochipsandlookedatmyselfincivilianclothesinthemirrorbehindthebar.Thebartendercameback."Theyareatthelittlehotelnearthestation,"hesaid.

           "Howaboutsomesandwiches?"

           "I’llringforsome.Youunderstandthereisnothinghere,nowtherearenopeople."

           "Isn’ttherereallyanyoneatall?"

           "Yes.Thereareafewpeople."

           ThesandwichescameandIatethreeanddrankacouplemoremartinis.Ihadnevertastedanythingsocoolandclean.Theymademefeelcivilized.Ihadhadtoomuchredwine,bread,cheese,badcoffeeandgrappa.Isatonthehighstoolbeforethepleasantmahogany,thebrassandthemirrorsanddidnotthinkatall.Thebarmanaskedmesomequestion.

           "Don’ttalkaboutthewar,"Isaid.Thewarwasalongwayaway.Maybetherewasn’tanywar.Therewasnowarhere.ThenIrealizeditwasoverforme.ButIdidnothavethefeelingthatitwasreallyover.Ihadthefeelingofaboywhothinksofwhatishappeningatacertainhourattheschoolhousefromwhichhehasplayedtruant.

           CatherineandHelenFergusonwereatsupperwhenIcametotheirhotel.StandinginthehallwayIsawthemattable.Catherine’sfacewasawayfrommeandIsawthelineofherhairandhercheekandherlovelyneckandshoulders.

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