CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
DECEMBER 6, 1960
Good news! Murray has finally surfaced!
Fredericksburg, Va.
12/02/60
Hey Weed,
I wanted you to be the first to know that Michelle and I were married by a J.P. Monday at 2:00 P.M. The guy was a weasel, and his wife looked like a Marine in a dress. But it was a nice dress I’d say. Michelle looked great for someone green in the gills.
I’m trying to do the right thing by her, but sometimes I feel as though I’m living somebody else’s life. Nothing has turned out like we planned, huh, buddy? But at least I have Michelle. And you now have three of us, pal.
The J.P. mentioned job openings at a shoe factory. Michelle and I had no place to go, so I checked it out. Due to my superior knowledge of good shoes (think “American Bandstand”), I got the job. I r
