“You see how it is, Rinin?”
“Oh, yes. All my life I encounter sacred subjects. But very few with you. I suppose you must have them too.” He looked at the floor.
“You haven’t any?”
“No.”
“Not any?”
“No.”
“I can say this about your mother and that about your sister?”
“And that about your sister,” Rinaldi said swiftly. We both laughed.
“The old superman,” I said.
“I am jealous maybe,” Rinaldi said.