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Chapter 38

           IreadtheCorrieredellaSeraandtheEnglishandAmericanpapersfromParis.Alltheadvertisementswereblackedout,supposedlytopreventcommunicationinthatwaywiththeenemy.Thepaperswerebadreading.Everythingwasgoingverybadlyeverywhere.Isatbackinthecornerwithaheavymugofdarkbeerandanopenedglazed-paperpackageofpretzelsandatethepretzelsforthesaltyflavorandthegoodwaytheymadethebeertasteandreadaboutdisaster.IthoughtCatherinewouldcomebybutshedidnotcome,soIhungthepapersbackontherack,paidformybeerandwentupthestreettolookforher.Thedaywascoldanddarkandwintryandthestoneofthehouseslookedcold.Catherinewasstillinthehairdresser’sshop.Thewomanwaswavingherhair.Isatinthelittleboothandwatched.ItwasexcitingtowatchandCatherinesmiledandtalkedtomeandmyvoicewasalittlethickfrombeingexcited.ThetongsmadeapleasantclickingsoundandIcouldseeCatherineinthreemirrorsanditwaspleasantandwarminthebooth.ThenthewomanputupCatherine’shair,andCatherinelookedinthemirrorandchangeditalittle,takingoutandputtinginpins;thenstoodup."I’msorrytohavetakensuchalongtime."

           "Monsieurwasveryinterested.Wereyounot,monsieur?"thewomansmiled.

           "Yes,"Isaid.

           Wewentoutandupthestreet.Itwascoldandwintryandthewindwasblowing."Oh,darling,Iloveyouso,"Isaid.

           "Don’twehaveafinetime?"Catherinesaid."Look.Let’sgosomeplaceandhavebeerinsteadoftea.

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