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."There was a lot of diarrhea.For D.W, I mean.Very bad.Anne said it was like Bengali cholera.He said everything tasted like metal.There’s been nothing like that for me.""It’s not the same thing," John insisted."You aren’t sick, Emilio! You’re just skinny."Joseba and Sean looked at each other, eyes wide, and then let out breath that had been trapped in their lungs for what felt like hours.Released from embarrassed immobility, Joseba found a glass and brought some water; Sean looked around for tissues and settled for handing Sandoz some toilet paper.With John still at his side, Emilio blew his nose awkwardly and sucked in a deep breath, getting shakily to his feet.Wrung out, he went to the table, sat abruptly in the chair opposite Danny and put his head down.For a while, the room was quiet, and John Candotti, for one, spent the time mentally composing a venomous letter of admonition to the Father General regarding his brother in Christ, Daniel Iron Horse, who seemed neither surprised nor notably remorseful about what he’d triggered, and who had observed Sandoz’s collapse with the bland analytical interest of a civil engineer watching a bridge fail."Don’t take this wrong, ace, but one breed to another?" Danny said to Sandoz."I never saw an Indian turn that white before." John was appalled but, to his astonishment, Emilio laughed and sat up, shaking his head."I’m sorry, Sandoz.I really am," Danny said quietly.It even sounded sincere, John noted.But Emilio nodded, apparently accepting the apology.Relieved that the whole awful business seemed to be resolving itself and determined to pull some good out of it, John went to the kitchen cupboards and threw open the doors."You just don’t eat enough, that’s your problem," John told him."Look what you got in here—nothing but coffee, rice and red beans!"Sandoz pulled himself straight, drawing tattered dignity around his shoulders like an ermine cloak."I like beans and rice.""For true," Sean remarked, "and y’don’t have to cut up beans and rice, now, do you?""Hell," Danny said, "if you made anyone else exist on that diet, it’d be a human-rights violation, ace.""The guinea pig eats better than you do," Joseba said, arms over his chest."You aren’t sick, I think.You’re just living on your own miserable cooking.""They were sure I wasn’t carrying anything," Sandoz said, as much to himself as to the others."They were sure," Iron Horse confirmed softly."You okay now? You want some more water?" Joseba took the glass from him and refilled it silently."Yes.No.I’m okay." Emilio wiped his face on his sleeves, still shaken but better."Jesus.It’s only that.""It’s only that y’had yersalf all nerved up about resigning," Sean finished for him, looking at Iron Horse with hard blue eyes."And Danny Boy comes up with this crap about being sick.Y’got scared for the little girl, that’s all."Iron Horse shrugged and with self-deprecating humor cheerfully declared himself "Big Chief Shit for Brains." John, who had watched this performance with increasing suspicion, folded his arms and stared.Shit for brains, John thought.Like hell."Candotti, you cook Italian?" Iron Horse asked, with a disarming smile.John nodded, refusing to be charmed."Yeah, I can cook.""Well, then! Sandoz, if you can cook beans and rice, you can make spaghetti.You like macaroni and cheese? That’ll put some weight on you.Macaroni and cheese was invented here in Naples.Pizza, too, eh? Did you know that?" Emilio shook his head.Iron Horse stood up decisively and moved toward the stairway."You have never eaten until you’ve had real Neapolitan macaroni and cheese, right, Candotti? Tell you what.You guys start the water boiling and I’ll go get some groceries from the refectory and we’ll teach Sandoz here how to cook himself some decent food."Then, with a big man’s surprising quickness, he brushed past Joseba at the head of the stairs and was gone."SHATTERED LIKE A WHISKEY BOTTLE HITTING MAIN STREET IN FRONT of the Hotel Bell," Daniel Iron Horse said that evening."I’m telling you: he’ll be a liability out there.He will fall apart at the wrong time and somebody’ll get killed! Let’s just use him as a resource and then put the poor bastard out to pasture.""Danny, we’ve been over this.We can’t afford to waste him.What he knows cost us billions and three priests and four good laypeople, not to mention all the damage that was done to the Society because of the bad publicity.""Hell, we were already in deep shit when that hit the fan [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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."There was a lot of diarrhea.For D.W, I mean.Very bad.Anne said it was like Bengali cholera.He said everything tasted like metal.There’s been nothing like that for me.""It’s not the same thing," John insisted."You aren’t sick, Emilio! You’re just skinny."Joseba and Sean looked at each other, eyes wide, and then let out breath that had been trapped in their lungs for what felt like hours.Released from embarrassed immobility, Joseba found a glass and brought some water; Sean looked around for tissues and settled for handing Sandoz some toilet paper.With John still at his side, Emilio blew his nose awkwardly and sucked in a deep breath, getting shakily to his feet.Wrung out, he went to the table, sat abruptly in the chair opposite Danny and put his head down.For a while, the room was quiet, and John Candotti, for one, spent the time mentally composing a venomous letter of admonition to the Father General regarding his brother in Christ, Daniel Iron Horse, who seemed neither surprised nor notably remorseful about what he’d triggered, and who had observed Sandoz’s collapse with the bland analytical interest of a civil engineer watching a bridge fail."Don’t take this wrong, ace, but one breed to another?" Danny said to Sandoz."I never saw an Indian turn that white before." John was appalled but, to his astonishment, Emilio laughed and sat up, shaking his head."I’m sorry, Sandoz.I really am," Danny said quietly.It even sounded sincere, John noted.But Emilio nodded, apparently accepting the apology.Relieved that the whole awful business seemed to be resolving itself and determined to pull some good out of it, John went to the kitchen cupboards and threw open the doors."You just don’t eat enough, that’s your problem," John told him."Look what you got in here—nothing but coffee, rice and red beans!"Sandoz pulled himself straight, drawing tattered dignity around his shoulders like an ermine cloak."I like beans and rice.""For true," Sean remarked, "and y’don’t have to cut up beans and rice, now, do you?""Hell," Danny said, "if you made anyone else exist on that diet, it’d be a human-rights violation, ace.""The guinea pig eats better than you do," Joseba said, arms over his chest."You aren’t sick, I think.You’re just living on your own miserable cooking.""They were sure I wasn’t carrying anything," Sandoz said, as much to himself as to the others."They were sure," Iron Horse confirmed softly."You okay now? You want some more water?" Joseba took the glass from him and refilled it silently."Yes.No.I’m okay." Emilio wiped his face on his sleeves, still shaken but better."Jesus.It’s only that.""It’s only that y’had yersalf all nerved up about resigning," Sean finished for him, looking at Iron Horse with hard blue eyes."And Danny Boy comes up with this crap about being sick.Y’got scared for the little girl, that’s all."Iron Horse shrugged and with self-deprecating humor cheerfully declared himself "Big Chief Shit for Brains." John, who had watched this performance with increasing suspicion, folded his arms and stared.Shit for brains, John thought.Like hell."Candotti, you cook Italian?" Iron Horse asked, with a disarming smile.John nodded, refusing to be charmed."Yeah, I can cook.""Well, then! Sandoz, if you can cook beans and rice, you can make spaghetti.You like macaroni and cheese? That’ll put some weight on you.Macaroni and cheese was invented here in Naples.Pizza, too, eh? Did you know that?" Emilio shook his head.Iron Horse stood up decisively and moved toward the stairway."You have never eaten until you’ve had real Neapolitan macaroni and cheese, right, Candotti? Tell you what.You guys start the water boiling and I’ll go get some groceries from the refectory and we’ll teach Sandoz here how to cook himself some decent food."Then, with a big man’s surprising quickness, he brushed past Joseba at the head of the stairs and was gone."SHATTERED LIKE A WHISKEY BOTTLE HITTING MAIN STREET IN FRONT of the Hotel Bell," Daniel Iron Horse said that evening."I’m telling you: he’ll be a liability out there.He will fall apart at the wrong time and somebody’ll get killed! Let’s just use him as a resource and then put the poor bastard out to pasture.""Danny, we’ve been over this.We can’t afford to waste him.What he knows cost us billions and three priests and four good laypeople, not to mention all the damage that was done to the Society because of the bad publicity.""Hell, we were already in deep shit when that hit the fan [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]