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"I could eat," Jack said. "How about you, Dan?"

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"Sure you can," he insisted. "Why don't you whip up a pizza, Mama Cat? One of those big ones."

"It'll take a while," she said, opening herself a beer. She turned on the overhead light in the kitchen. She looked tired.

"That's OK," he said. "Well, Dan, what are you going to do with yourself now that you're out?" He said it as if he expected me to say something important, something that would impress hell out of Margaret.

"I'll be starting in at the U in October," I told him. "I got all the papers processed and got accepted and all by mail. I'd have rather gone someplace else, but they were going to bring me back here for separation anyway, so what the hell?"

"Boy, you sure run rampant on this college stuff, don't you?" He still tried to use words he didn't know.

"Keeps me off the streets at night." I shrugged.

"Dan," Margaret said. "Do you like sausage or cheese?" She was rummaging around among the pots and pans.

"Either one, Margaret," I said. "Whichever you folks like."

"Make the sausage, sweetie," Jack said. He turned to me. "We get this frozen sausage pizza down at the market. It's the best yet, and only eighty-nine cents."

"Sounds fine," I said.

"You ever get pizza in Germany?" Margaret asked.

"No, not in Germany," I said. "I had a few in Italy though. I went down there on leave once."

"Did you get to Naples?" Jack asked. "We hauled in there once when I was with the Sixth Fleet."

"Just for a day," I said. "I was running a little low on cash, and I didn't have time to really see much of it."

"We really pitched a liberty in Naples," he said. "I got absolutely crazed with alcohol." We drifted off into reminiscing about how we'd won various wars and assorted small skirmishes. We finished the pint and had a few more beers with the leathery pizza. Margaret relaxed a little more, and I began to feel comfortable with them.

"Look, Dan," Jack said, "you've got a month and a half or so before you start back to school, right? Why don't you bunk in here till you get squared away? We can move the two curtain-climbers into one room. This trailer has three bedrooms, and you'd be real comfortable."

"Hell, Jack," I said, "I couldn't do that. I'd be underfoot and all."

"No trouble at all," he said. "Right, Marg?"

"It wouldn't really be any trouble," she said a little uncertainly. She was considerably less than enthusiastic.

"No," I said. "It just wouldn't work out. I'd be keeping odd hours and ЧФ

"I get it." Jack laughed knowingly. "You've got some tomato lined up, huh? You want privacy." I don't know if I'd ever heard anyone say "tomato" for real before. It sounded odd. "Well, that's no sweat. We can ЧФ

"Jack, how about that little trailer down the street at number twenty-nine?" Margaret suggested. "Doesn't Clem want to rent that one out?"

He snapped his fingers. "Just the thing," he said. "It's a little forty-foot eight-wide Ч kind of a junker really Ч but it's a place to flop. He wants fifty a month for it, but seeing as you're my brother, I'll be able to beat him down some. It'll be just the thing for you." He seemed really excited about it.