all day. The whole top of my head kept coming down over my eyes.”
“Take your boots off,’ Bonello said. “That’s old fish-face’s bed.”
“Fish-face is nothing to me.” Piani lay on the bed, his muddy boots straight out, his head on his arm. I went out to the kitchen. Aymo had a fire in the stove and a kettle of water on.
“I thought I’d start some pasta asciutta,” he said. “We'll be hungry when we wake up.”
“Aren’t you sleepy, Bartolomeo?”
“Not so sleepy. When the water boils I'll leave it. The fire will go down.”
“You'd better get some sleep,” I said. “We can eat cheese and monkey meat.”
“This is better,’ he said. “Something hot will be good for those two anarchists. You go to sleep, Tenente.”
“There’s a bed in the major’s room.”
“You sleep there.”
"No, I’m going up to my old room. Do you want a drink, Bartolomeo?”
“When we go, Tenente. Now it wouldn’t do me any good.”
“If you wake in three hours and I haven’t called you, wake me, will you?”
“I haven’t any watch, Tenente.”
“There’s a clock on the wall in the major’s room.”
“All right.”
I went out then through the dining-room and the hall and up the marble stairs to the room where I had lived with Rinaldi. It was raining outside. I went to the window and looked out. It was getting dark and I saw the three cars standing in line under the trees.
