You can hardly believe it. It’s 7:00 in the morning again and
you have just started breakfast. You hear sounds coming from the bathroom off
the main
hall, and you go over to investigate. As you approach, you hear someone being
slapped hard
and then silence. Just as you get to the door, Tom bursts through it, a little
disheveled.
He is carrying Rinaldo in his arms. He pushes past you saying, “He must have
fainted.
. . got to get him to his room. . .calm him down. . .don’t worry about it. .
.everything’s under control. . .” He’s gone.