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Show 145 parked the car and we looked out at the moonlight on the calm Atlantic. " I t looks like a movie." "With Bing Crosby and Dorothy Lamour." She sighed. " I t ' s so beautiful I can't believe i t ' s real. I never want nights like this to end, never want Monday to come." "Back to work?" "Yeah. It's really not^** bad though. There's people I like there. But . . . Come on, let's walk down to the water." Over grassy dunes and through soft sand we walked, down to the hard sand near the water's edge. She said she didn't like her job, and her parents would prefer her to stay home and do nothing, but that would be suffocating and she wanted to save all the money she could of her salary and her husband's so that when he got out of the Army he would be free to do whatever he wanted to do. "When this damned war ends. It will end, won't it?" "Probably." I poured sand out of my shoes, took off my socks and rolled my khaki pants legs up to wade at the edge of the ocean. We both carried our shoes, wading. |
