“I’ve got to,” Beppo told her with a sigh. “I’m on night duty.”
“Night duty?” “Yes, unloading garbage at the municipal dump. I’m due there in half an hour.”
“But it’s Sunday. Besides, you’ve never had to do that before.”
“No, but we’ve been told to report there. They say it’s only temporary.”
“There’s too much garbage to handle, apparently. Shortage of staff, and so on.” “What a shame,” said Momo.
“I’d have liked you to stay a while.” “Yes, I don’t want to go myself, but there it is - I’ve got to.”
And Beppo mounted his squeaky old bicycle and pedalled off into the darkness.
Guido was whistling a soft and melancholy tune. He could whistle very sweetly, and Momo was listening with pleasure when he suddenly broke off.
“Heavens,” he exclaimed, “I must go, too. Today’s when I start my new job - night watchman, didn’t I tell you?”
“I’d forgotten the time.” Momo just stared at him and said nothing.
“So our plan didn’t work out,” he went on. “Never mind, Momo.”
“It didn’t work out the way I hoped, either, but it was fun all the same - tremendous fun.”
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