ChapterSix
It was early in March that Tony learned when his wing would be going to England for ninety days. Iknew that this was coming, but knowing the precise dates, and the realization that I would not see Tony for three months suddenly made me sad and depressed. It would be the first time we would be separated.I felt that three months was a long time, and wonderedif Tony would feel the same way about me when he returned.
I was elated when, on the following evening,while we were sitting in our favorite pub talking, Tony asked me if I would like to go with him to Schenectady to meet his parents, saying, “I want them to meet the girl their little boy is absolutely crazy about.”
“Oh, Tony,I’d love to,”I replied, throwing my arms around him bringing his lips to mine in a lingering kiss.
