V-mail from Marguerite Vincenzo to Pfc. Salvatore Vincenzo
Sal,
Damn you for being so good at reading between the lines. You’re right. I am shamed. Every time Mrs. K. clucks her tongue at Roylene’s growing belly, or that Hansen woman asks me when the wedding is, I want to shut the door and never come out.
But then I’m ashamed of my shame. He’s our son. And this situation might not change much after all, right? Toby can still go to college. He can still meet his goals. Did he mention signing up for classes after the war?
Did he mention marriage? He hasn’t with me. I know what you’re thinking—I won’t jump all over the two of them once this war’s over. A few months after...maybe.
I secretly love a big wedding. And we clean up pretty good, the two of us. I should start pressing your gray suit now. You do love a sharp crease.
Love,
Rita