Johnny Volo
was the most popular office boy at Western Electric. Every woman wanted him.
Every man wanted to be like him. But Johnny had eyes for only one girl. He made
a bee-line for workbench seven.
“How many dances you gonna save for me,
Mae?” Johnny propped his elbows up on her station and gawked at her.
And who could blame him? Johnny may have
been the most sought-after guy in the company, but Matylda Marie Koznecki was
definitely the best catch in Cicero—with her ash-blond bob, crimped to
perfection in a beauty salon every week and her store-bought clothes from
Marshall Field’s and Carson Pirie Scott & Company. But her best features by
far were her unique lavender eyes that caught the attention of every fella she
met.
“All of them.” Mae patted Johnny’s cheek.
“If you’re lucky.”
“Your brother still coming?”
“Mother and Father insist he chaperone.
They don’t trust me to be alone for an entire day.” Mae sighed. “It’s 1915 for
Pete’s sake! I’m seventeen. Old enough to marry, if I’d a mind to. Which I
don’t.”
Johnny nudged her playfully. “Maybe not
now. But someday?”
“You wish.”
They both laughed. “Karel’s such a boring
stick-in-the-mud,” Mae grumbled.
“Your brother’s not that bad,” I said.
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