thing as a
Latin.
That is
‘Latin’
thinking.
You are so
proud of
your
defects.”
Rinaldi
looked up
and
laughed.
“We’ll
stop,
baby. I am
tired from
thinking
so much.”
He had
looked
tired when
he came
in. “It’s
nearly
time to
eat. I’m
glad
you’re
back. You
are my
best
friend and
my war
brother.”
“When do
the war
brothers
eat?” I
asked.
“Right
away.
We’ll
drink once
more for
your
liver’s
sake.”
“Like
Saint
