Chapter 6
Several weeks passed. Winter ended…finally. Spring flowers began to bloom, though the cold wind that seemed to constantly blow from the north was a constant reminder that perhaps winter had not yet thoroughly let go. The two men talked on the phone once or twice a week but were still unable to come up with another definite time to meet.
“Don’t you have some vacation time coming up?” Marco asked.
“Not ‘til July. I only get two weeks a year.”
“Same here.”
“What about after your trip to Minneapolis? Could you come here again for a weekend? I could pick you up at the train station in Albany; it’s only about an hour and forty-five minutes from here. That would shorten your trip. You would only have a three-hour train ride to Albany.”
“Well, the work load does lighten up some aft
