64/71 I found work in a big shop--much work, little money--ah, how little! Then I met a friend: he persuade me, at last he keep me--two months, three, or more; then comes the war. He is an officer, and he goes. We kiss, we part--oui, he love me, that officer. I pray for him: I think I nevair leave the church; but it is no good. |