In spite of all her doubts his mother couldn’t help blushing—actually blushing—when she saw him in his uniform.
“Good heavens, Frankie, even if I say it, you’re the handsomest man this side of New Jersey.”
He walked across the little room and kissed her. “What’s so good about New Jersey?”
“Frank, this is the last time I’ll ever nag you. But please think one thing out and help me think it out. Suppose there’s another war and America and Germany are on opposite sides.”
“That’s ridiculous, Mother. The Jews and the English and the French and the Czechs and the Poles and all the profiteers right here at home are trying to drag us into a war. But we won’t get there. We’re just not that dumb.”
“But suppose we do? I’m serious, Frankie.”
“We won’t.”
“Suppose we do?”
“Mother, you said you we
