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She dreamed of making a home for him someday — where he'd come to her for love.
■ Terry was four years old, chubby and cute. Concealed from the dancers, he sat in the trombone section of Les Brown's band. His eyes were opened to wide roundness as he happily watched the reflections sparkle from the smoothly sliding slip horns; and when the instruments blared in harmony he laughed and clapped his hands as though the performance were for his benefit alone.
At the microphone, his mother, Doris Day, sang in her soft, intimate fashion, a smile on her lips and in her voice. But her heart was sad. . . .
Her boy, she felt, deserved a home, playmates, an established routine in which she could really play a mother's exacting part. But Terry could have none of these while she was traveling all over the United States as soloist with a big-name band.
When her number was finished, Doris took Terry quickly to the apartment where her mother waited to care for him. Kissing him, Doris hurried back to the taxi — to return to her job of singing to dancing couples while another woman helped Terry with his pajamas, listened to his prayers, and tucked the covers about his chin.
Doris could do none of these things for her boy, and keep her job. Her son's day was half finished when her own sleep was done. Then, to have a coveted extra hour with him, she must take him along with her in the early evening.
Riding in that taxi, Doris Day resolved once again to find a way of life that would give her the opportunity to be a full-time mother to her son. She knew that when this band engagement ended, Terry and his grandmother would return to Cincinnati until the schedule permitted another long stop — three weeks, possibly four — where she could again rent an apartment and have Terry with her for a brief visit. Visit. She smiled ruefully. Visits are for friends, not for sons. ...
Nearly a year passed. Then Doris really clicked professionally. Almost overnight the jig-saw of her slowly-developed (Continued on page 96)
While Doris Day tries not to kibitz, son Terry triumphantly jumps one of his grandma's checkers. Grandma looks after the eight-year-old when Doris (now in Young Man With a Horn) is at the studio.
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Smudgre, the educated French poodle, begs prettily for a peppermint stick from Terry and Doris. Terry looks upon himself as the man of the family, expects his mom to "retire" as soon as he gets a Job.