On the way home I said to Lila, "If I lend you a book, which, besides, isn't mine, please don't take it to the beach. I can't give it back to Professor Galiani with sand in it."

"I'm sorry," she said, and cheerfully gave me a kiss on the cheek. She wanted to carry both my bag and Pinuccia's, maybe to ask forgiveness.

Slowly my mood cleared. I thought that Nino hadn't randomly alluded to the fact that he was going to Barano: he wanted me to know, and I decided independently to go and see him there. He's like that, I said to myself, with growing relief, he needs to be pursued: tomorrow I'll get up early and go. Pinuccia's ill humor, on the other hand, continued. Usually she was quick to get angry but quick to get over it, too, especially now that pregnancy had softened not only her body but also the rough edges of her character. Instead she became increasingly fretful.

"Did Bruno say something unpleasant?" I asked her.

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