The Waterbury Democrat., 1940-07-31
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Jean laughed. "You hatter your self, Don Juan. But give me credit of 8 little curiosity. I want to see this angel-puss who could sweep you up to the stars, sprinkle you with moonbeams, so that you don't even need Jeannie to pull up. a cloud or two to tuck you in." Johnny didn't answer her, so she shrugged, picked up her hat and said, "G'by. I'm at the Meltons' if she wants to kill few birds. Theater people always adore meeting everybody. Each one for the money, two for the show!"
 "That's right. Get sarcastic. It's SO becoming. Don't suppose you're going my way?"
 She clapped her hat on the back of her head. and looked like very pert and feminine Robin Hood.
 If I were, I'd change my mind after that remark. Hop in. But one little hint about let's be friends and I drive into the At lantic Ocean"
 She let him drive the car, just as she always did. But she kept inter- rupting his thoughts, with, Look, the Arnolds have come" and, There's Willis Mack, Johnny. l can't wait to see his new wife. Sue Melton says she's a knockout" He drove the car up before the garage he'd rented for the sum- mer. He'd show her what he meant when he said Molly was different, what he meant by a girl men dreamed about.
 When he slammed the door after him, she slid under the wheel and held out her hand. She looked straight at him, but he saw that her chin was quivering. He hoped she wouldn't cry. That always undid him completely.
 But Jean Reynolds didn't cry. She threw the car into gear, rushed the motor while her foot was still on the clutch.
 T hate her, Johnny Began, truly I do. But can't fight back. I'm so used to letting you have what ever you want, though dream girl is a little out of my line. But if I find out she doesn't love you, Johnny. and you're wasting all that romance, there's going to be fur flying. You'd better warn her"
 Johnny wasn't angry any longer. She was seeing it the logical way.
 That's right, Jean, be a sport. And you'll be in love again, your self, pretty soon. Ours was just kid stuff"
 Jean looked at him without mirth. Don't be a half-wit. Loves not something I turn on and of like a water faucet. Ever since was years old I've been in love with you. I don't know about you, but I'm grown up.'
 Perhaps" he said softly, you'd better go back home. If you feel that way, this place will be he'll"
 She nodded. Reminds me too much of other summertimes. Yes, think I shall go." She stopped ad tried to laugh, but the effort wasn't successful. She threw him a kiss and was gone.
 Johnny went inside. He'd wasted a lot of time, easing things of with Jean. He took a quick shower, put on clean bush-coat and comb ed his hair. He tried not to think about his talk with Jean.
 When he considered Molly, he forgot Jean completely. The mem ory of Mclly's face was 8 photo graps in color, that of Jean's as faded as a year-old proof.
 Johnny rented two bicycles, bought four sandwiches and was on the doorstep of number 43 Cottage at o'clock. He had plenty of time, then, to full over the situation, for Molly kept him | waiting.
 He was restless; he sat down | and began a crossword puzzle. | Pretty soon it would be too dark | to do anything but stumble over | rocks. When Molly. appeared. looking as crisp as a brand-new | daffodil in her yellow dirndl, her | gold hair hidden by a bandana, he denied the tumult in his chest | by saying:
 "what's a three-letter word | to make a lnistake?"
 "Err." she said, smiling at him. ''sorry I kept you waiting"
 All is forgiven. xon steeds are chafing at the bit"
 They climbed upon their bi- cycles and pedaled alcng in si- lence. They rounded . curve and Capetown Jaw below them a, cole ored etching in white and blue.
 "it's 60 beautiful." Molly said when they stopped there to rest a minute. "that I forgot how I've cursed the whole pisce for these two foul weeks"
 sYes," said Johnny solamniy. 'Rach year when May comes to | Boston. I ind myself thinking Of | triangular views iiks this one. cE |