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Father Brian delayed going below to breakfast because he thought he heard Father Vittorini down there, laughing. Vittorini, as usual, was dining alone. So who was there to laugh with, or at? Us, thought Fathez Brian, that’s who. He listened again. Across the hall Father Kelly too was hiding, or meditating, rather, in his room. They never let Vittorini finish breakfast, no, they always managed to join him as he chewed his last bit of toast. Otherwise they could not have borne their guilt through the day.