I went
over and
opened the
window.
The rain
had
stopped
falling.
It was
colder
outside
and there
was a mist
in the
trees.
“Don’t
throw the
cognac out
the
window,”
Rinaldi
said. “If
you can’t
drink it
give it to
me.” “Go
something
yourself,”
I said. I
was glad
to see
Rinaldi
again. He
had spent
two years
teasing me
and I had
always
liked it.
We
understood
each other
very well.
“Are you
married?”
he asked
from the
bed. I was
standing
against
