Chicago was widely known among servicemen as THE place to be on furlough, THE place to meet girls—wholesome girls. And the Auditorium Hotel was THE ...lace in Chicago. Paul Hartman, a 17-year-old Kansas farm boy, was among the 1,200 attending a dance at the Chicago Service Men’s Center, just down the street from the Auditorium, when he told a Chicago Tribune reporter, “Everybody’s so doggoned friendly here that it makes you feel all tingly inside.”Tillie and Sandra lost their boyfriends on D-Day.. "Pete doesn't have to sleep on the couch. I will. It is only right. This is his home."A thought struck me and I said, "I still have the blow-up mattress in the garage. I'll bring that in. I'm not getting into Ginger's bed." But then I thought, "I would like to." My eyes found Ginger's. Nothing at first and then she blushed. Hell, we didn't have to speak out loud. It was as if we were reading from the same book. I smiled.Roberta put Amy to bed. I had kissed the child good night because she. “Look, honey,” I said, “I've got someone I want you to meet, come with me.” I took her by the hand and led her into the main room, where Mel was sitting demurely on the couch. Well, as demurely as someone in a hot sexy outfit could! “This is Melanie,” I said. “Mel, Evelyn – Evelyn, Mel.”“Pleased to meet you, Evelyn,” Mel said. “Claire has told me so much about you. “I've heard a thing or two about you, too,” Evelyn smiled. “And you look every bit as gorgeous as Claire said you. I unscrew its cap and here are a few lock-picking tools. I take one, close the bullet and hide it again in the same place.I am shivering in the cold. The snow around me is throwing an anguishing coat of silence over everything. In my private darkness, I feel like I am alone in the world. Alone and freezing to death. My toes are throbbing already and my legs are trembling uncontrollably. To keep the blood circulating, I wiggle them in the sheath of snow the former warmth produced by my feet has.