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I shrugged.

“He had a big radio in there, pushed under his bed. One of those long-wave contraptions.”

Reinette paused, looking suddenly uneasy.

“So?”

I looked at the little gold stick between her fingers, trying to see the connection.

She smiled, an unpleasantly adult smile.

“I know we’re not supposed to have anything to do with the Boches. But you can’t avoid people all the time,” she said in a superior tone. “I mean, you see them at the gate, or going into Angers to the pictures…”

This was aprivilege I greatly envied Reine-Claude and Cassis-that on Thursdays they were allowed to cycle into the town center to the cinema or the café-and I pulled a face.

“Get on with it,” I said.

“I am,” complained Reinette. “God, Boise, you’re so impatient…” She touched her hair. “As I was saying, you’re bound to see Germans some of the time. And they’re not all bad.” That smile again. “Some of them can be quite nice. Nicer than old Toupet, anyway.”

I shrugged indifferently.

“So one of them gave you the lipstick,” I said with scorn.