Chapter 23On the train back to Chicago I was still feeling pretty low, and Katharina did her best to snap me out of it.
“I think we should take a trip,” she said.
“Uh-huh.”
Katharina tugged at her earlobe and fiddled with her earring. “We can’t go to Europe because of the war, and I definitely don’t want to go to Mexico.”
“New York.”
“What?”
“New York. Let’s go to New York.”
Katharina brightened. “Yes, yes. That’s a great idea.”
“We can visit Bat and Emma.”
“Oh yes, I’d like that. I hear he’s quite the bon vivant in New York these days.”
When we returned to Chicago, I spent the next week writing a series of stories about the progressؙ—or lack of it—General Pershing and almost eleven thousand American soldiers were having in tracking down and capturing Pancho Villa. I didn’t know
