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Roxane cocked her head back and sure enough she saw the bottom soles of two boots dangling in the branches. She could make out his shirt, the underside of his chin. “César?” A face looked down between the leaves. “Tell him he sings beautifully,” she said to Gen. “Tell him I want to be his teacher.” “She’s fooling me,” César called down. “Why do you think we’re all outside?” Gen said. “Does this look like fooling to you? She wanted to come outside and talk to you, and the Generals decided that everyone could come along. Doesn’t that seem important enough to you?” It was true. César could see everything from where he sat. All three of the Generals and every one of the soldiers except Gilbert and Jesús were outside. They must have been left behind to guard the house. Every one of the hostages was walking around the yard like he was drunk or blind, touching and sniffing, weaving and then suddenly sitting down. They were in love with the place. They wouldn’t leave if you tore the wall down. If you poked them in the back with your gun and told them to get going they would still run to you. “So you’re outside,” César said.
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