Working six days a week in the mill. Opening and closing the pool hall Saturday and Sunday, plus playing ball on Friday and Sunday, I didn’t think I would have time to think about Molly. But how could I not think of somebody who had become so prominent a part of my everyday life? I wanted to see her so bad that I thought I would go nuts.
She was there as much as I tried to keep my mind occupied. Everywhere I went, I kept expecting to see her. I couldn’t stop thinking of her, how it felt to hold her in my arms, and how she fit perfectly. It was all I could do, not to call or go to Jennie’s house. A couple of times, I even drove by on the chance that she might be sitting outside. The only thing that kept me in place was that neither Jeannie nor Larry said she had mentioned me.
I felt empty
