Catastrophic

Minutes later Namura did not hold back and walked to the dressing rooms. He carried the bottle and took a long drink and wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his uniform. Fulvio without measuring distances or consequences followed him. He hid on the landing. He saw Namura standing in front of the door, keeping a difficult balance.

--I will not allow--he told him in a serious and controlled voice, hardly emphasizing the words--that you belong to no one. To no one. Damn it! You are ordered by General Takeo Namura.

--Get out of here. I don't want to see you--I heard the cry in Japanese.

--It's a dirty witchcraft. You stole my soul! ....I am a man! I do not play with men,--said the general, throwing the bottle against the door, and then immediately collapsed on the floor, indifferent to the cuts on his hand.

Two aides-de-camp rushed past Fulvio, dragging away the commander of the Japanese armies of the Shanghai sector, defeated by a diminutive 5'6" of pure oriental beauty.

--What a rival... A little pearl... Easy for me. I couldn't get another one,--Fulvio muttered in Italian, as he stood in the closed doorway, once Namura had left.

--Tomorrow it's my turn to smash the bottle on the door,--said the young man standing in English at the door of the dressing room.

Almost immediately the door opened revealing Madame Moonlight dressed in a transparent silk robe, on top of towering Japanese wooden clogs, in the pink light. The robe was open. A slender, lithe, spectacularly divine body framed in black underwear, completely sobered Fulvio Gallipoli. They saw each other in silence, directly. She in the same silence locked the door, without lowering her gaze on him, almost with hatred. Fulvio heard the double locking of the key.

The man completely out of his mind went to punch the door, but he restrained himself. Silently he left saying.

--They made you with love...they made you with love....

Minutes later, mused the Major walking through the dark streets of the half-destroyed city, indifferent to the mortal danger he was in.

III

Marina closed the door. She put her hands to her chest and let out a bitter sob; she saw the cause that prevented her from opening the door wide and allowing him to do with her as he wished. It was Dr. Xia Jiang, who sat up from the humble bed and looked at her.

--What was that bottle hit?-- she asked quizzically, as she did not understand Japanese.

---Nothing less than Takeo Namura wanting to come in and rape me. Can you imagine?, we could have had a family reunion. The head of the Japanese army, the Kuomintang tigers' sectional chief, and by the way, an evil man who appears to eat me with his eyes, biting my soul, and me as a referee.

--It would have been interesting. I would have killed him with my own hands. Our meeting center was raided by the Japanese military police. They killed almost our entire unit. I was saved by a miracle,-- the other explained the reason for her presence.

Marina sighed bitterly. A thousand times she asked to be alone with him; she arrived at his door and could not give him her desires, to belong to him with all her passion.

--Did they identify you?--asked the young woman, already immersed in her daily reality, sitting down next to the other.

--Surely yes, and have been for a long time. I need to hide, our safe houses are falling one after the other. I have the evacuation plans for the American pilots. We have to get them to the prison.

--Did you memorize them?

--I can't. There are too many. You have to read them at your leisure.

--We're two steps behind,-- said Marina, sensing the other woman's concern.

--The other voice?--asked the doctor.

--It is my greatest pain and the cause of my misfortune,---said Marina. With another tragic sigh...

How serious is it? ---- asked the other, understanding perfectly.

--Catastrophic,--- said Marina, bursting into tears, frightened at what she wanted to do if the doctor had not been there, ----It is a stubborn man who appears every ten years to steal my soul, wither my heart and inflame my madness.