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Show 93 the incredible feeling of having moved people. At the same time within myself I felt a sort of grief, a sense of loss that was a real feeling. I knew; we know. Lying there at Kate's feet I mimicked sobbing as I had been coached, keeping it restrained for more power, and yet real tears stung my eyes. The play ended and again I saw little of Kate. I was busy with the spring work on the farm and clearly her attention had turned elsewhere. I didn't know where until about two weeks after graduation. I was planning to go to college for two years so that I could join the Air Corps and be a hotshot pilot, and I was dreaming of becoming an ace and shooting down twenty or thirty German planes-because war was coming, there seemed no doubt of that. Right after graduation, in fact, Pat Donahue joined the Navy. Anyhow, while I was engrossed with my own plans, Kate married an older guy from the nearby town of Delta. I hadn't even known she'd been seeing him. He owned a farm just south of Delta, a big farm, even bigger than ours. |
