“I’d like to be there when some of those tough babies climb in and try and hop them.”
“You think they will?”
“Sure. Everybody in the Second Army knows that matron.”
We were outside the villa.
“They call her the Mother Superior,” Bonello said. “The girls are new but everybody knows her. They must have brought them up just before the retreat.”
“They’ll have a time.”
“I’ll say they'll have a time. I’d like to have a crack at them for nothing. They charge too much at that house anyway. The government gyps us.”
“Take the car out and have the mechanics go over it,” I said. “Change the oil and check the differential. Fill it up and then get some sleep.”
“Yes, Signor Tenente.”
The villa was empty. Rinaldi was gone with the hospital. The major was gone taking hospital personnel in the staff car. There was a note on the window for me to fill the cars with the material piled in the hall and to proceed to Pordenone. The mechanics were gone already. I went out back to the garage. The other two cars came in while I was there and their drivers got down. It was starting to rain again.
“I’m so ⸻ sleepy I went to sleep three times coming here from Plava,” Piani said. “What are we going to do, Tenente?”
“We'll change the oil, grease them, fill them up, then take them around in front and load up the junk they’ve left.”
“Then do we start?”
“No, we’ll sleep for three hours.”
