9Not long after the lobster incident, Zelta and I got our own place in Chicago. She did the scouting and found it, we both went to have a look, and I blessed her choice. With the war’s winding down, demand was up and there weren’t many apartments to pick from. It was a one-bedroom walk-up in Lincoln Park, on the other side of downtown from Edna and Milt. It would be close enough for me to commute by city bus to Milt’s places of business, but far enough away we could mind our own business, should we ever find the time.
Why did she agree to stay? After he’d made the decision to go for the pen, it seemed we’d signed on for the duration. Zelta and I never got around to expressing reasons or reservations to each other. Probably it was mostly about wanting to move out and finally having a place
