went over
to the bed
and sat
down
beside
Rinaldi.
He was
holding
his glass
and
looking at
the floor.
“You see
how it is,
Rinin?”
“Oh, yes.
All my
life I
encounter
sacred
subjects.
But very
few with
you. I
suppose
you must
have them
too.” He
looked at
the floor.
“You
haven’t
any?” “Not
any?”
“No.” “I
can say
this about
your
mother and
that about
your
sister?”
“And that
about your
sister,”
Rinaldi
said
swiftly.
We both
laughed.
