“I am not in trouble.”’
“If you are in trouble stay here with me.”
“Where does one stay?”
“In the building. Many stay here. Any who are in trouble stay here.”
“Are many in trouble?”
“It depends on the trouble. You are a South American?”
“No.”
“Speak Spanish?”
“A little.”
He wiped off the bar.
“It is hard now to leave the country but in no way impossible.”
“I have no wish to leave.”
“You can stay here as long as you want. You will see what sort of man I am.”
“I have to go this morning but I will remember the address to return.”
He shook his head. “You won’t come back if you talk like that. I thought you were in real trouble.”
“I am in no trouble. But I value the address of a friend.”
I put a ten-lira note on the bar to pay for the coffee.
“Have a grappa with me,” I said.
“It is not necessary.”
“Have one.”
He poured the two glasses.
“Remember,” he said. “Come here. Do not let other people take you in. Here you are all right.”
“I am sure.”
“You are sure?”
“Yes.”
