Paul.”
“You are
inaccurate.
That was
wine and
the
stomach.
Take a
little
wine for
your
stomach’s
sake.”
“Whatever
you have
in the
bottle,” I
said. “For
any sake
you
mention.”
“To your
girl,”
Rinaldi
said. He
held out
his glass.
“All
right.”
“I’ll
never say
a dirty
thing
about
her.”
“Don’t
strain
yourself.”
He drank
off the
cognac. “I
am pure,”
he said.
“I am like
you, baby.
I will get
an English
girl too.
As a
matter of
