Tears coursed down
the cheeks of Bernie White as he walked through the kitchen door of Garden
Farm. Arms outstretched, he whispered: “Pietro, Pietro.” An unshaven Italian,
wearing an oversized army uniform with coloured patches, hugged the barber. Laughing and
crying, Bernie said. “You see, we cry. Not like you English
with stiff upper lips.”
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