ChapterSeventeen
That Sunday in August, as we drove south to Tony’s parents’ house, I sat close to Tony with a radiantly happy look on my face, thinking to myself, “Well Laura, the guy you love has asked you to marry him,you’re going to meet his parents and soon will be married, and you have been thoroughly, but deliciously ravished by the guy. What more could you wish for,” she asked herself?
We drove leisurely, talking and enjoying just being with each other.
I said, “Tony, we’re going to be married and I’m going to meet your family, but I know very little about them. Tell me about your family and what was it like growing up, and what made you enlist in the Air Force as soon as you graduated from high school.”
Pausing briefly to collect his thoughts, Tony began, “I’m a first-generati
