and a priest and three organ selections because Mrs. McGovern, the organist, always played three selections at all weddings for which she was paid five dollars. Irene stayed on after the ceremony just long enough to wish the newlyweds luck and then she headed for the Happy Hour Café. People at the Happy Hour knew Irene for the lady she was. At the Happy Hour, no one ever said a mean word to her. They listened to her stories by the hour and they never questioned a word.
The Pappases did not put in an appearance at the wedding at all, and Cooperâs Mills wondered and whispered.
âWonder where Irene kept the shotgun hid all during Mass?â
âIt wonât last a year. Marriages like that never do.â
âWell, itâs too late now. Imagine, a priest and everything. They can never get a divorce now. Itâs too late.â
âI never thought Lisa was that kind of girl.â
âWell, it donât surprise me none.â
âA regular little hot pants bitch.â
âAnd Chris Pappas. What a sonofabitch he turned out to be. And him so smart in school and all.â
âItâs a wise child knows its own father. I wonder if Lisaâs kidâll know.â
âSheâs beginning to show already.â
âI noticed.â
Chris and Lisa rented a two-room apartment on River Street in Cooperâs Mills. The apartment was in a building that had the subtly decayed quality peculiar to buildings in the manufacturing towns of northern New England. There was no real reason why the board of health should have condemned the place, for the building had the required number of exits and the proper number of fire extinguishers in the halls, but there was a feeling of age about the place, a feeling of rottenness that came from the sagging of hidden sills and mildewed clapboards, and over everything, there was the smell of aged wallpaper and faulty drains.
Lisa and Chris had an apartment in the back of the building so that they had a view of the river, and sometimes Lisa sat in front of her kitchen window and pretended that she was in a palace and that the river was the Rhine and that Chris was not going to come home from the job heâd taken at the factories after his folks put him out, but that he would be returning from an afternoon of hunting on his own private game preserve.
When it was time for the baby to be born they had to put the new crib against a wall in the kitchen and then there didnât seem to be room to turn around anywhere, but Lisa and Chris didnât mind. Living together, being married, was just like playing house except that the game never ended and neither one of them ever had to leave to go somewhere else. Jess Cameron delivered the baby, a girl, three days after Thanksgiving 1941, and Chris took Lisa home from the hospital on the same Sunday morning that the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor.
âIâll have to go,â he told Lisa. âI guess everybody will before itâs over.â
âYes,â said Lisa, not caring, really, about anything that was happening some place as far off as Hawaii. âBut not today, darling, not today.â
âBut soon,â replied Chris, unsmiling, âvery soon.â
âFor heavenâs sake, Chris,â said Lisa, âcanât you think of anything besides a silly old war some place? Weâve got a brand-new baby to think about. You donât plan to rush off to Pearl Harbor this minute, do you?â
Chris looked down at the little face inside the pink bunting.
âNo,â he said at last. âNot this very minute.â
Chapter V
Years later at the state university, a professor in the education department had asked Chris why he wanted to be a schoolteacher at all.
âThere has to be a reason, Chris,â the professor had said. âAll of us have to have a reason and a good one, too. One that will stand up when the going gets rough as it always does sooner or
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