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Chapter 9

           Webothwentflatandwiththeflashandbumpoftheburstandthesmellheardthesingingoffofthefragmentsandtherattleoffallingbrick.Gordinigotupandranforthedugout.Iwasafterhim,holdingthecheese,itssmoothsurfacecoveredwithbrickdust.Insidethedugoutwerethethreedriverssittingagainstthewall,smoking.

           "Here,youpatriots,"Isaid.

           "Howarethecars?"Maneraasked.

           "Allright."

           "Didtheyscareyou,Tenente?"

           "You’redamnedright,"Isaid.

           Itookoutmyknife,openedit,wipedoffthebladeandparedoffthedirtyoutsidesurfaceofthecheese.Gavuzzihandedmethebasinofmacaroni.

           "Startintoeat,Tenente."

           "No,"Isaid."Putitonthefloor.We’llalleat."

           "Therearenoforks."

           "Whatthehell,"IsaidinEnglish.

           Icutthecheeseintopiecesandlaidthemonthemacaroni.

           "Sitdowntoit,"Isaid.Theysatdownandwaited.Iputthumbandfingersintothemacaroniandlifted.Amassloosened.

           "Liftithigh,Tenente."

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