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Let's not talk about it, Juliana said. In the kitchen, she started cooking bacon; she turned on the small white plastic Emerson radio which Frank had given her on her birthday. I'll fix you something to eat. She dialed, trying to find some light, pleasant music.
Look at this, Joe said. In the living room, he sat on the bed, his small suitcase beside him; he had opened it and brought out a ragged, bent book which showed signs of much handling. He grinned at Juliana. Come here. You know what somebody says? This man -- He indicated the book. This is very funny. Sit down. He took hold of her arm, drew her down beside him. I want to read to you. Suppose they had won. What would it be like? We don't have to worry; this man has done all the thinking for us. Opening the book, Joe began turning pages slowly. The British Empire would control all Europe. All the Mediterranean. No Italy at all. No Germany, either. Bobbies and those funny little soldiers in tall fur hats, and the king as far as the Volga.
In a low voice, Juliana said, Would that be so bad?
You read the book?
No, she admitted, peering to see the cover. She had heard about it, though; a lot of people were reading it. But Frank and I -- my former husband and I -- often talked about how it would have been if the Allies had won the war.
Joe did not seem to hear her; he was staring down at the copy of The Grasshopper Lies Heavy. And in this, he went on, you know how it is that England wins? Beats the Axis?
She shook her head, feeling the growing tension of the man beside her. His chin now had begun to quiver; he licked his lips again and again, dug at his scalp. . . when he spoke his voice was hoarse.
He has Italy betray the Axis, Joe said.
Oh, she said.
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android 2.2 smartphoneAnglo-Saxons and opens up what he calls the soft underbelly of Europe. But that's natural for him to think that. We all know the cowardly Italian Army that ran every time they saw the British. Drinking vino. Happy-go-lucky, not made for fighting. This fellow -- Joe closed the book, turned it around to study the back cover. Abendsen. I don't blame him. He writes this fantasy, imagines how the world would be if the Axis had lost. How else could they lose except by Italy being a traitor? His voice grated. The Duce -- he was a clown; we all know that.