Two weeks had passed. We were so busy having fun. We lost track of time by horseback riding, bowling, going to the movies, window shopping on North Michigan Avenue, eating a pretzel, and looking at Buckingham Fountain.
Mike and Joyce were married now and living in a back apartment on East 106th Street. Try as I may, I couldn’t get Mike into my department at work, so he was stuck on shift work. When he worked nights, Joyce’s sister, Pat, would come and stay with her. Even Augie was trying to get Mike into his department, but there were no openings so far. So, for the time being, Mike and Larry were stuck. Other than that, everything was great. We had money, our own car, and even I had a girlfriend. I try not to think about it too much, but I can’t help thinking that Molly would be going ho
