"Not the crypto school, you didn't," Tony corrected him. "Or the aerial photography school."
"What did you tell your family?"
"I told them what the OSS told me to tell them. We're building a secret air base in Brazil. I'm handling the demolitions."
"They believe you?"
"Yeah. My mother said a novena to thank God for getting me out of the Eighty-second Airborne, where I was liable to have to do something danger-ous."
"Obviously, you didn't wear your Silver Star in Chicago."
"I didn't get it until I went to Washington."
"Did you tell your family about Maria-Teresa?"
"If I told my mother I'd found a girl down here, she would think Maria-Teresa has a ring in her nose and runs around in the jungle wearing a grass skirt and no shirt."
"As long as she's Italian and Catholic, what's wrong with the ring in Maria-Teresa's nose?"
"I want to marry her, Clete."
"Is that a statement, or are you asking for advice?"
Tony shrugged.
"Tony, I spent the last two hours on the plane rehearsing the speech that I was going to give to break it off with Dorotea" Clete said. "It was a good speech, but I never got to use it. I'll be happy to give it to you. The major point is that we're in the wrong business to get married."
"It sounds like you changed your mind."
"The situation changed," Clete said dryly, and then added: "Dorotea's preg-nant."
Tony raised his eyebrows. "When did you find that out?"
"This morning," Clete said.
"Her father will shit a brick," Tony said. "He doesn't like Americans in gen-eral, and you, Ettinger, and me in particular."
"I don't think he will be beside himself with joy," Clete agreed. "And nei-ther will my grandfather."
"What's he got against Dorotea?"
"He hates all Argentines."
"Jesus, Clete. What are you going to do? Marry her?"
"I don't really have any choice, do I?"
"Now I see what you mean about having a couple of bad days," Tony said. "When are you going to marry her?"
"I just found out this morning that she's pregnant, for Christ's sake! No-body knows but Dorotea, me, and now you."
"Where are you going to live?" Tony asked, and from the tone of his voice, Clete understood that it was not an idle question.
"You really think those bastards would come after her?"
"They got Se¤ora Pellano," Tony said. "She was an innocent bystander."
"I hadn't thought about where we'll live. Either here-it would be safer than Libertador-or at the estancia."