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Show house/ 395 He did not t e l l me he loved me. He told me he was married. He laughed when he said i t . He laughed when I told him I wouldn't go with him again. He laughed when I told him not visit me where I worked. He laughed when I slammed the car door and walked away. I went home and bathed. I didn't know t h a t Brian had driven by my house and had seen that my car was gone, that he had seen i t parked in the parking l o t and had seen me leave with the other man. I did not know that Brian had d called my mother and talked to her for an hour or more, that he had told her he loved me but that he, like she, did not know what to do with me. "I want to love her, Mrs. Allred," he said, "but she won't l e t me." My mother relayed the conversation to me the next day when I came home from work, crying. I was crying because Brian had showed up - a surprised because he r a r e l y v i s i t e d me at work. He d i d n ' t l i k e the idea of me being a w a i t r e s s. I took my break, s e t t i n g two cups of coffee down as I slid into the booth. "I'm so glad to see you," I said. I was preparing to t e l l him of my decision. "I d i d n ' t come to chat," he said abruptly. "I came to tell you that I joined the Marine Corps. I ' l l be leaving for boot camp on Pioneer Day." I gasped. "Brian! You're kidding. Please t e l l me you're kidding.1' I was suddenly trapped in a darkness far deeper than the shadows I had known before. I waved my hands, trying to brush his words away, t r y i n g to awaken myself. There was no changing i t . My most eloquent promises held no weight against the Marine Corps papers which Brian had lb |
