bad. I’m sorry he makes you so uncomfortable. Try and go to sleep, sweet.”
I was asleep all the time, she said. You’ve been talking in your sleep. Are you all right?
Are you really there?
Of course I’m here. I wouldn’t go way. This doesn’t make any difference between us.
You’re so lovely and sweet. You wouldn’t go away in the night, would you?
Of course I wouldn’t go away. I’m always here. I come whenever you want me.
“———,” Piani said. “They’ve started again.”
“I was dopey,” I said. I looked at my watch. it was three o’clock in the morning. I reached back behind the seat for a bottle of the barbera.
“You talked out loud,” Piani said.
“I was having a dream in English,” I said.
The rain was slacking and we were moving along. Before daylight we were stalled again and when it was light we were at a little rise in the ground and I saw the road of the retreat stretched out far ahead, everything stationary except for the infantry filtering through. We started to move again but seeing the rate of progress in the daylight, I knew we were going to have to get off that main road some way and go across country if we ever hoped to reach Udine.
In the night many peasants had joined the column from the roads of the country and in the column there were carts loaded with household goods; there were mirrors projecting up between mattresses, and chickens and ducks tied to carts. There was a sewing-machine on the cart ahead of us in the rain. They had saved the most valuable things. On some carts the women sat
