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This was her bridal home-coming! Delia should have been giddy with happiness, laughing as Sam was laughing. She tried desperately to shake off the terrible feeling that she had no right to be here
said. "That makes it so much easier for me."
And I fell in with his mood. At least, I thought, he was joking and it seemed harmless enough, although I did feel a twinge now and then, thinking how wonderful it would be, if he weren't. I laughed with him. We talked and talked. I tried very hard to print every last little thing about him on my mind so it would never fade. I wanted to remember for always the way his brown eyes crinkled up when he laughed and the habit he had of brushing back his dark hair. I
NOVEMBER. 1942
wanted to keep the sound of his rich voice in my mind. I wanted to memorize every word he said.
Then the conductor was walking through the car, shouting, "Chicago in five minutes!"
Time to start saying goodbye. I looked at Sam Clarke and I saw that he was not laughing now.
"Look," he said suddenly. "I know this is all of a sudden, but I can't just let you walk out of my life like this."
I wasn't sure whether I should laugh or cry. "I know," I whispered.
Sam's eyes crinkled up. "You feel that way, too? Then — " Suddenly, before I knew what was happening, his arms were around me. "Now, I won't let you go," he whispered. "The only thing to do is marry me."
I tried to speak, but he stopped my words with a kiss. After a moment that was like blindness and fainting and flying all rolled into one, I caught my breath and pulled away from him. "What will all these people say?" I whispered.
Sam grinned. "Who cares what they say?" Continued on page 66
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