"The bastard," snapped Manuel, helping Raul put on his shirt.
"Not so fast!"
"I've just come from the graveyard," said Manuel, trying to sound matter of fact.
Raul forgot his shoulder.
"What happened there, in God's name?"
"Some of the graves opened ... the quake."
"Caterina's?"
"I, I filled her grave ... took care of the others ... have almost finished."
They glanced at one another, the glance of brothers, the glance of men who had seen a great deal of life and death. Raul's hand felt for Manuel's arm and gripped it with gratitude and affection.