So Long to Mature

IT was raining in New York City on that late March week end of 1955. I had taken an evening train from Boston and I was overjoyed at the thought of meeting F---- when his ship docked on its return from Bremerhaven, Germany. Now, after five and a half years, I thought, he will be home to stay. The long separations are over and we can be married as we had long planned.