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Chapter 7: I’m glad she is out of my life.

“I know I should have sold her the car, but she probably didn’t have the money to pay for it anyway.  I’m glad she is out of my life. I was unable to make a clean break from her; she just kept coming back every time she needed something. Now that she’s married, her husband has all those responsibilities,” he concluded with relief.

           I could see that he was disturbed and embarrassed, but the explanation answered many questions that had been on my mind and cleared the way for a relationship with Bob that was open and free from Miss Parker’s intrusion.

           We ordered the Chateaubriand again and, over cocktails, the atmosphere became relaxed — like old times. Although it was quite dark that evening, we still walked around the lake. Then, we decided to drive out to the river and park by the marina — we had so much to talk about.

           When Bob told me about his basic training and what being in the infantry was all about, I feared for his safety in combat. He was going to be stationed at Ft. Benning, Georgia where he would attend officers’ training school. If he made the grade, he would graduate a second lieutenant and probably get another furlough before being reassigned. We must have talked for hours and didn’t realize it was so late.

            As Bob started up the car, he asked, “How do you feel about going up to the Pocono Mountains on Saturday? If we leave early, we can have lunch along the way and hike in the afternoon.”

                        I can’t believe an infantryman wants to take a hike on his day off,” I laughed. “I’d love to go.”

More tomorrow - …rented a room at the motel

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Chapter 5: …could he have seen her after he took me home?

  “Breakfast? You expect me to eat breakfast? No thanks….there isn’t time for breakfast. I’ll have to hustle to get out of here pretty soon, or I’ll be late for work. I wouldn’t want to lose my wonderful job.” I pictured Mr. Boyle standing by the office window with his pocket watch in his hand, monitoring my arrival time.

       Rain was coming down in sheets and running a couple of inches deep in the streets. As I walked, the water splashed my stockings and dripped down into my galoshes. The morning had been so very humiliating.  “Things can’t get much worse,” I thought.

       As I approached the drug store, at the corner where the highway crossed the main street, I noticed a coupe pull up to the curb. It looked like Bob’s car. The driver’s door opened and Penny Parker got out, glanced at me briefly, and went into the drug store.

       What was Penny Parker doing with Bob’s car when, only last night, I was out with him in that very car until early this morning? Could he have seen her after he took me home? Did she take him to the bus – or even see him off?

       Today, life felt like a house of cards – everything seemed to be falling apart since the alarm clock went off.

       Just as predicted, Mr. Boyle was standing by the window with his watch in hand. Luckily, I arrived with one minute to spare, according to the big clock on the wall.

       He appeared to be relieved to see me. “If you didn’t have a ride, you should have called. One of the men could have picked you up.”

       I looked up and thanked him. It was at that moment that he noticed the handprint across the left side of my face.

       “What happened to your face….did you fall?”

        I shook my head and replied, “No, I didn’t fall….I’ll be okay.”                                                      He came over to my desk and looked down at me. “There’s a handprint on your face and your eye is bruised. I’ll run downstairs and get some ice to bring down the swelling,” he said over his shoulder as he left the room.

       I didn’t know whether I felt overwhelmed by his kindness or sorry for myself, but I had a good cry before he returned and decided that this day could only get better.

       There was very little activity at the office, probably due to the rain. At lunch time, the plant foreman brought me a ham sandwich and a cup of coffee —- “so I wouldn’t have to go out.” The foreman never looked me in the face — he just put the paper sack down on my desk and started for the door. As he reached for the door knob, he turned in my direction and said, “Be ready at 4:30…I’ll take you home so you don’t get rained on.”

       No doubt, Mr. Boyle told the entire crew that I was beaten and bruised and they were all concerned. Probably, by tomorrow, the whole town would be concerned and my mother would be right there to give them all the details.

Chapter 6 tomorrow…

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