In the trolley sliding along the hot tracks going toward the bus depot, he sat staring at the floor and feeling sort of puzzled and wondering why he was puzzled. The thing with Mildred was settled and it had happened as he should have expected it would happen. He certainly hadn’t expected her to take it with a sweet smile and a friendly pat on the shoulder, wishing him good luck and saying it was nice to have known him. She had reacted in typical Mildred-fashion, and he hadn’t been surprised then and he couldn’t understand why he was puzzled now.
Maybe it wasn’t puzzlement. If not, then what was it? He asked himself if it was the blues. But it couldn’t be the blues, that wouldn’t make sense. He ought to be happy. He had every reason to be happy. His situation was wholesome now, he had dis
