Chapter Twenty-Six
Sitting on the bed beside Allen, Richie noted neither Emma nor Sally had said much of anything. “Our moms must have worked out everything - probably while we were still in high school.” Allen nodded. “So, what are we going to do, I’m only eighteen. I can’t imagine getting married. On the other hand, I can’t imagine being in the Army, being yelled at, digging foxholes, shooting a rifle. I’m an artist - not a soldier!”
“Richie, calm down. We are not going in the Army. Can’t you see it? Our moms, hell, Sister Benita, too, have been planning this day since we left Holy Angels. It’s a no-brainer. We have no choice but to submit. We have to get married.” He grinned. “That being said, “you didn’t finish me off in the garage. We might as well have a little fun before we lose o
