I stopped in front of the Todaro. "Let's sit here." I said. "Can I offer you a coffee?"
"I will accept, thank you. I am your servant on this good day, miss." He took a few steps, I went back: "Excuse me if I'm indiscreet, but it seems to me that Mr. Hemingway is not coming to Venice for a long time. All is well, I hope."
"Yes Toni, all right."
I sat. I ordered a tomato juice. I watched Toni go away towards the Riva degli Schiavoni. I lied to him; it is not true that everything was fine. "How are you Black Horse? No good ground to gallop, no oats and your stable mate in a far country. Our White Tower has been quite chastened over the past two years. But it remains solid. Solid as anything in this world."
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