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Chapter 41

           "Ihadchoucroutethisnoon,"Isaid.

           "That’strue,"hesaid."That’strue.Youatechoucroutethisnoon."Hewasamiddle-agedmanwithabaldtoptohisheadandhishairslickedoverit.Hehadakindface.

           "Whatdoyouwant?Hamandeggsoreggswithcheese?"

           "Hamandeggs,"Isaid,"andbeer."

           "Ademi-blonde?"

           "Yes,"Isaid.

           "Iremembered,"hesaid."Youtookademi-blondethisnoon."

           Iatethehamandeggsanddrankthebeer.Thehamandeggswereinarounddishthehamunderneathandtheeggsontop.ItwasveryhotandatthefirstmouthfulIhadtotakeadrinkofbeertocoolmymouth.IwashungryandIaskedthewaiterforanotherorder.Idrankseveralglassesofbeer.Iwasnotthinkingatallbutreadthepaperofthemanoppositeme.ItwasaboutthebreakthroughontheBritishfront.WhenherealizedIwasreadingthebackofhispaperhefoldeditover.Ithoughtofaskingthewaiterforapaper,butIcouldnotconcentrate.Itwashotinthecaféandtheairwasbad.Manyofthepeopleatthetablesknewoneanother.Therewereseveralcardgamesgoingon.Thewaiterswerebusybringingdrinksfromthebartothetables.Twomencameinandcouldfindnoplacetosit.TheystoodoppositethetablewhereIwas.Iorderedanotherbeer.Iwasnotreadytoleaveyet.Itwastoosoontogobacktothehospital.Itriednottothinkandtobeperfectlycalm.Themenstoodaroundbutnoonewasleaving,sotheywentout.Idrankanotherbeer.Therewasquiteapileofsaucersnowonthetableinfrontofme.

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