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HOPEFULLY, FOREVER

A Short Story

By Susan S. Etkin

In January of 1944, Lana’s cousin Dave purchased Dake’s Pharmacy using his money, funds gifted

by his parents, and a small business loan from the neighborhood bank, The Provident. Quite an

entrepreneurial feat for a young man just three years out of pharmacy school. Everyone in the

community chattered about it.

Dave didn’t change the pharmacy’s name. “It’s so close to my own name. I’ll just keep it.

Why spend money on a new sign?” he reasoned. “However, I need to expand and update.”

Consequently, Dave enlarged the cosmetics counter and hired a cosmetician to help the

ladies choose the perfect beauty products for their individual needs. He added a section for

books, newspapers, and magazines. In addition, he wisely revamped the old soda fountain area,

adding more stools, a few booths, and limited breakfast and lunch items.

The bus stop lay just outside the pharmacy’s door. “We can catch hungry and thirsty

commuters departing for the day or returning for the evening. There’s good profit in that

endeavor,” he informed Lana. “Wait and see. You can work for me after school and on

weekends.”

The pharmacy’s interior appeared inviting and comforting. Hanging from high

ceilings perhaps ten feet or so symmetrical rows of white globes warmly illuminated the

place. Mahogany shelving stained a dark chocolate brown and sections of complementary

cabinetry with glass doors hung on the walls. Decorative moldings provided the finishing

touches. Beneath the cabinets multitudes of drawers opened by pulling sparkling glass knobs

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with brass back plates. Clearly labelled, over-the-counter sections informed customers of

which ills could be addressed by the products stocked on the shelves.

Dake’s Laboratory [an actual sign read that] dangled over the prescription counter

positioned in the rear of the store. Two dark brown leather loveseats provided a resting place for

people waiting for their prescribed medicines. A table between the sofas had older Good

Housekeeping magazines for browsing. “If we put current issues there, Lana, there will be no

reason for the customers to buy magazines.”

Lana began working for her cousin in February of 1944. It was her last year of high school. She

hoped her parents would allow her to go to college. Unfortunately, they continued to resist the

idea.

“Working for Dave after graduation will do, Lana,” her father declared.

“You can learn all facets of his business and maybe become his bookkeeper one day a

fine profession for a young woman during wartime,” her mother added.

Lana broke her dutiful silence. “I want to attend St. Joseph’s, Mother,” she stated firmly.

“It’s convenient, just across the street from Dave’s pharmacy.”

Her proclamation engendered her mother’s ire. “You’re Jewish, Lana Weiss. What kind of

parents would your father and I be to willingly place our only daughter in such a prejudiced

environment? This idea is out of the question!”

“I’m likely to be valedictorian of my graduating class. I’ve worked very hard, taking all

the college-prep courses offered. I need to do more with my life than work as a cashier in a

pharmacy. I can work for Dave and put my earnings towards tuition.”

Lana’s mother wanted no more discussion about Lana attending college and left the room.

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Later in the evening, Lana’s father again proved himself to be uninterested in her desire to

continue her studies. “What would you need to learn more about? You’ve been a straight A

student.”

The new Dake’s Pharmacy became an instant blockbuster. The business prospered so

quickly Dave needed to hire another pharmacist. He contacted the pharmacy school’s career

center and soon began interviewing candidates.

There were three other full-time employees; two had worked for the previous owner.

Norman Jones continued to handle the food and drinks at the soda fountain. Haley Martin,

formerly a housekeeper, assumed the role of Norman’s right-hand gal, taking orders; serving

Norman’s creations; and when things got really hectic, helping to prepare food and drinks. Gladys

Strauss became the cosmetician slash sales associate. She took care of the cosmetics counter and

all other areas on the main floor. Lana, the only part-timer, took on cashier and sales associate

duties.

Lana received her parents’ approval to take public transportation, a bus, on weekdays

after school from Overbrook to Dave’s pharmacy at the corner of Fifty-Fourth Street and City

Line, but Friday was forbidden, not to mention Saturday. “I need you home to help me prepare

for the Sabbath,” her mother insisted. “There will be no working for Dave on Fridays nor

Saturdays, for that matter. How would that look?”

Lana forced a compromise. “We are Conservative Jews. Certainly, our ways aren’t

Orthodox. I can go to services Saturday mornings and then to Cousin Dave’s until he closes.

He’ll take me home just like he’s agreed to do on the weekdays. It’s a chance for me to meet

people, make new friends "

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Her mother quickly interrupted. “And boys, Lana? Are you seeking to flit about with

gentile boys or learn about Dave’s business?” After a long pause, Mrs. Weiss finished with a

“Well?”

“There are other people, very nice people, on this planet besides Jews. And what if I find

a nice Jewish boy from a rich family, fall in love, and marry? Isn’t that also a possibility?” she

challenged her mother, who subsequently nodded her head and said nothing else.

Lana didn’t have to tell her mother that scores of America’s eligible men were at war in

Europe or the Pacific, leaving many young women without a love interest or immediate hope for

one. Boys, or rather, very young men, would simply be a non-issue for Lana. After graduation,

they’d become part of the country’s war machine.

The eighth of February was Lana’s official starting day. She’d gone through limited

training with her cousin the day before. Dave assured her he or Gladys would be available to

guide her through the days ahead.

“Don’t be afraid to ask questions, even those you think stupid,” Dave advised. “Before

you know it, you’ll settle in and feel quite comfortable. You’re a smart girl. You can handle

things. I really appreciate you coming aboard.” He gave her a hug and pinned on a name tag,

making her an official member of his staff.

The truck arrived with the evening newspapers, dropping the bundle just outside the

pharmacy’s main entrance. Lana dragged the bundle in and cut the heavy string that held the

newspapers together. She made a few trips, creating three, neat piles. As she finished tidying up,

a customer reached past her for a copy.

“Is the news going to be encouraging?” he asked.

“Well, I think there’s some good in the headline: U.S. MARINES MAKE

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HEADWAY IN THE MARSHALL ISLANDS.” Lana pointed to the words as she read them

aloud. She turned to find a rather tall, extremely handsome man wearing a navy overcoat and

gray hat trimmed with a blue feather. At first glance, he appeared to be in his mid-twenties.

“You’re new here, right?” he inquired, leaning in to read the name tag Dave had pinned

on Lana’s sweater.

“Yes, I’m the owner’s cousin. He kindly offered me a part-time job. I want to help my

parents with my college tuition,” Lana babbled on, overwhelmed by the stranger’s presence. She

hoped her reply made sense.

“My name is Jeff, actually Jeffrey Jay Martin,” he said, extending his hand to complete

his introduction.

“Nice to meet you. Is there something else I can help you with?”

“No, thank you. I’m going to head over to the fountain and have a cup of Norman’s coffee

before I go home.”

“Enjoy.” Lana quickly made her way to the cashier’s station, anticipating others returning

from work would likely stop in the pharmacy before going home for the same reason or another.

Jeff soon struck up a conversation with Norman while he drank his coffee. Lana overheard some

of his remarks. Apparently, Jeff worked for a men’s clothing manufacturer based in New York.

During the work week, he spent three days at the factory and two days visiting stores that carried

the line, seeking feedback from proprietors and their customers while helping with floor displays.

“What about that hat?” Norman asked. “I like it. Can you get me one wholesale?”

“Here, try mine on. I need to see how it fits.”

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Norman successfully tossed the hat on his head−likely his deftness was due to years spent

flipping pancakes−and studied his appearance in the mirror above the steel credenza where dishes,

glasses, and silverware were stored. A grin slowly crossed his face. “It works, don’t you think?”

“It certainly does. I’ll see what I can do.” Jeff placed a few coins on the counter, finished the last

of his coffee, and headed home. “See you tomorrow. Take care.”

Lana stared at Jeffrey Jay Martin as he left. She thought he was the dreamiest guy she’d ever

seen.

Lana soon discovered Saturdays were very busy. The hustle and bustle lasted from late morning

until closing. People packed the soda fountain area throughout the day, some willing to linger

until a seat became available. Lana’s cashier skills were truly tested, but she adapted quickly to

the machine.

Gaining a thorough knowledge of all the products available on the shelves was a different

story. During weekday lulls, Gladys or Dave would give mini-lessons, focusing on one section at

a time. Lana took copious notes and kept them in a binder. She drew a map of the selling floor

and created a number key for all the items Dave carried. This enabled her to provide customers

with the exact locations of the things they wanted. She also maintained an updated list of things

customers asked for but weren’t available at Dake’s for Dave to review.

“This list is so helpful. Obviously, I’m not going to designate shelf space for potting soil

and hand tools since I don’t own a hardware store,” Dave said with a chuckle, “but I’m going to

think seriously about carrying more varieties of men’s and women’s fragrances.”

The new pharmacist, Howard Lawrence, started the beginning of March. Dave lured him

away from a nearby pharmacy by giving him a substantial increase in salary. He proved himself

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to be outgoing and knowledgeable. Customers took to him right away. Howard’s presence gave

Dave some “me time,” which his young wife greatly appreciated.

Howard was twenty-six years old and unmarried. He had a pleasant face, brown hair, and hazel

eyes. He stood just under six feet and dressed with style. Before long, he noticed Lana. Lana was

the type to be noticed. She had long, red hair; large blue eyes; and fair skin. Her slender, five foot,

five inch frame looked well in her flared skirts, cardigans, and saddle shoes. Whenever Howard

had free time in the afternoons, he moseyed over to the cashier’s station to strike up a conversation

with her. Lana liked Howard and appreciated his company; however, she reserved her romantic

thoughts for Jeff.

Jeff was a regular. He stopped in the pharmacy every weekday before going home, had a

cup of Norman’s coffee, shared a few laughs with Norman and Haley, and then picked up the

evening newspaper. On Saturdays, he came in for breakfast and stayed a while, talking to Lana

in between her sales. One day Lana asked how Jeff escaped the draft since he wasn’t a medical

field person such as Dave or Howard?

“The doctor told me I had a heart murmur.”

A serious look crossed Lana’s face. “Do you need an operation to correct it?”

“No, at least not now. I was told if I take care of myself–keep a good weight, eat well,

exercise and get enough sleep–I should be fine.”

Lana, who was holding her breath in anticipation of Jeff’s answer, sighed with relief.

“Thank goodness.”

One afternoon in the early spring, when Dake’s wasn’t very busy, Howard took a break

and offered to help Lana restock the fragrance case. “Let me give you a hand. I’ll put the bottles

on the counter, so you don’t have to walk back and forth.”

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Lana welcomed his suggestion, a smile of gratitude appearing on her face. “Thanks. It will

save time.”

Howard was happy he could make Lana smile. “I see Dave followed your advice. Dake’s

Pharmacy is now the place to go to if you want the best selection of men’s and women’s

fragrances.”

“You sound like a radio commercial, but it’s true. Do you know that on Valentine’s Day,

the entire inventory of women’s fragrances sold out? Dave took the last bottle of Evening in Paris

home to his wife.”

“You don’t say? Well, you seem to be a marketing genius.”

Howard was a fun-loving guy. He playfully flipped a bottle of Old Spice into the air,

casually caught it on its way down, and placed it on the counter, all with the seemly self-

confidence of a master juggler.

“Stop teasing! I just listened to what people said they wanted.”

“You paid attention to your customers, an important attribute of an accomplished sales

associate.”

At that moment, the front door bell jingled as it always did when peopled entered and left, causing

Lana’s attention to turn towards the entrance. Howard noted a quick blushing of

Lana’s cheeks as she caught sight of Jeff. He took but a second to realize he had a rival for Lana’s

affection, but he was up to the challenge. Besides, he knew something Lana didn’t, an important

piece of information Jeff shared with him one morning while they had coffee together.

Howard spoke softly but audibly. “He has a girlfriend, you know.”

“What?” Lana asked, as if she hadn’t heard what he said, but Howard knew he’d surprised her.

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“I said, he’s involved with the factory owner’s daughter. She’s his girlfriend.” Lana

made every effort to act nonchalantly in front of Howard. “Funny, he never mentioned

her to me.”

“It’s a guy thing. Why would Jeff tell you, a girl he enjoys flirting with in Philadelphia,

about his girlfriend in New York City?”

When the service bell at the prescription counter began dinging furiously, Howard

apologized. “Sorry, got to go.” He returned to his duties, leaving Lana feeling somewhat

humiliated, rather hurt, and extremely peeved. These emotions propelled Lana forward with

great speed. She quickly finished stocking the fragrance case. With flattened boxes in her arms,

she turned towards the storeroom and the dumpster beyond.

“Can I help?” A familiar voice sounded.

Peering over the edge of a carton, Lana caught sight of Jeff. “I’m fine. I need to toss these

in the dumpster. I’ll be back in a minute if you need help with anything.”

Lana spoke in a tone she’d use with any of Dake’s customers. She was intent on keeping

her feelings for Jeff from showing in any way, especially after hearing she had competition.

Before Lana returned to the selling floor, she stopped in the employees’ bathroom for a

few seconds to check out her appearance. She pinched her cheeks to give them more color−her

face was already flushed in anticipation of seeing Jeff−and fluffed up her hair. When she

returned, Jeff was sniffing through the men’s fragrance samples, his newspaper tucked under his

arm.

“Thinking of buying yourself a new scent?” she asked.

“Maybe. What’s been popular?”

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“To be perfectly honest with you, most guys stick with the after shaves such as Old Spice

and Seafrothy. Here’s a popular European scent.” Lana brought an interestingly shaped bottle up

from the display case. “Actually, tobacco leaves are part of the mix, but it’s rather pleasant.” She

sprayed a bit on a small tissue and waved it through the air.

Jeff placed his newspaper on the counter before taking a whiff from the tissue. “Not bad,

but I think I’ll stick with Old Spice for now.” He hesitated for a moment or two before asking

about women’s fragrances. “What do you like for yourself? You know, perfume, what is your

preference?”

“I like subtle scents. Try this one.” She gave Jeff a tissue sprayed with White Shoulders.

She followed up with Chanel No. 5. “You’ll likely find the second one a bit stronger.”

He took the two tissues and alternated his sniffs. “You’re right. The first is lighter. I’ll take

a small bottle of White Shoulders.”

“So, you’re buying a gift?” she asked, curiosity surging through her veins.

“Yes. Please wrap it for me.”

Lana went behind the counter, picked a bottle of White Shoulders from stock, and began

wrapping it in a gold paper. “What color ribbon would you like me to use?” She maintained a

cheerful air in spite of the fact she was beginning to feel defeated.

He’s likely buying this for his New York girlfriend.

“What are my choices?”

“Red, blue, white, gold or silver. She rattled off the colors without looking up, hoping to

conceal any hints of disappointment her facial expression might show.

He took time to think. “Could you mix white and gold? Is that possible?”

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“I can do that,” Lana said with confidence. She went about making the most beautiful

bow. Abundant curls white and gold erupted from the top of the boxed perfume and fell softly

down its side. She handed it to Jeff whose delight was evident. “That will be three dollars and

fifty cents.”

Jeff gave her a five-dollar bill. She placed the change in his hand, touching his palm for

just a second, but enough time to cause a reaction. A tingling sensation spread throughout her

body.

“Thanks, Lana. You did a great job. My mother will be very impressed.”

“Your mother?” she asked, her words barreling out. She was thrown off-guard.

“It’s her birthday today. I’m taking her out to dinner too. Got to run. See you later.” He

placed the gift in his briefcase, tucked his newspaper under his arm once again, and headed out.

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The school year ended, and as Lana predicted, she became the graduating class’s valedictorian.

Her parents beamed when she took the podium to deliver her speech. Its theme, because of the

times, focused on world peace. She urged her fellow graduates to ask themselves how, in their

own small ways, they could contribute toward that goal. “It’s both a responsibility and a

challenge,” she concluded.

Just two weeks prior to graduation, the Allied Forces launched the D-Day invasion. Over

150,000 Allied troops crossed the English Channel and landed on the beaches of Normandy,

France. This effort began the slow but inevitable end of war in Europe. Lana and her friends

became hopeful their futures would offer great possibilities.

Lana wrote her speech under Jeff’s guidance. He’d pick up the evening paper and sit with

her for twenty minutes or so at the soda fountain before heading home. Lana would read to him,

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and he’d provide constructive criticism. She never felt threatened or annoyed by his feedback.

He had a warm way of delivering it. Besides, her crush on him softened any intellectual blow he

might strike.

One evening, as the end of a tutoring session approached, Lana looked at Jeff with adoring eyes.

“You’ve been so helpful. The speech becomes more effective every time I revamp with your

suggestions.”

“Hey, you’re a great writer even without my interference.” Jeff smiled as he communicated

the meant-to-be humorous comment, but he quickly shifted to a more serious stance. “Your

message is powerful and uplifting. A call to action.”

“Thanks,” she said. “Maybe you could come to my graduation. I’ve a couple of extra

tickets.”

Lana didn’t look directly at Jeff but kept her eyes on the handwritten manuscript in front

of her. Eye contact required bravery. If she were courageous, she’d notice the sparkle in his

wonderful green eyes, which would inevitably turn her thoughts into mush with no clear message.

“When is your graduation?” He sounded like he was truly giving the event serious consideration.

Lana eagerly replied. “It’s on Saturday, the twenty-fourth of June, early evening.” “Gee, I’d

like to, but there’s a party in New York I must attend. I’m staying through the weekend. But,

I’ll be thinking of you.” He tapped Lana’s nose with his finger. “I know you’ll deliver a killer

speech.”

And Lana did. The audience stood up and clapped. So did Howard Lawrence. Lana gave him one

of her extra tickets the day before the event. He’d made his interest known.

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“Any extra tickets for your big day?” Howard asked Lana on Friday the seventeenth. He

waited patiently for her to stop wiping down the cosmetics counter’s glass top and provide him

with a simple yes or no.

She continued to spray the glass with Windex, following up with a robust wipe and

polish. If she’d paid attention to the pharmacist, she’d have noticed his admiration for her plainly

expressed on his face.

“Why do you ask?” she inquired, her gaze still fixed on the glass top.

“Well, I don’t have any plans, likely won’t, and thought I’d enjoy hearing the speech you and

Jeff worked on these last few weeks.” He waited for her reaction.

Lana stopped her cleaning assault and turned to face him. “That’s so sweet, Howard. If my

cousins decide not to go, I should have an extra ticket. I’ll let you know next week. It may be last

minute, if that’s all right?”

“No problem.” He turned away without another word and went back to the prescription

counter.

For some idiotic reason, Lana held on to those extra tickets just in case Jeff’s plans changed. He

certainly had sounded definite, but a girl could hope.

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Lana returned to her job at Dake’s the Tuesday after graduation. Dave offered her employment

on a full-time basis now that she finished school. Moreover, he happily promised a raise. She’d

proved herself to be an invaluable sales associate.

“I’d like you to work here each week Tuesday through Saturday and take Sunday and

Monday off. How does that sound?” Dave was fiddling with the leaky faucet at the dish sink

behind the soda fountain.

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Lana noticed her cousin was struggling with the repair. “Shouldn’t you call the plumber?”

“I always try my hand at this stuff first. Maybe I’ll luck out, fix the damn leak, and save myself

some moola. But to be perfectly honest with you, I’ll likely call the plumber after our talk.”

“What else do I need to know?” Lana hoped Dave would provide the answers to the questions

swirling about in her head.

Dave spoke directly to the faucet which didn’t seem to be responding to his handyman efforts.

“Your weekly salary will be generous, sixty dollars per week. Your hours will be eleven in the

morning until seven at night with a half hour lunch break. On Saturdays, I’d like you to start an

hour earlier and end an hour earlier. Does that schedule sound do-able?”

“Sounds wonderful. I appreciate your confidence in me. Just one thing.” She waited a few

seconds before continuing. “Can you keep a secret?”

“I suppose.”

“I haven’t told my parents yet, but I signed up for a summer course at St. Joe’s. If all goes well,

I’ll continue as a part-time student in the fall. I’d like to major in business, maybe with a

concentration in accounting.” Lana waited nervously for Dave’s reaction.

Dave turned around and looked her squarely in the face. “Golly, Lana. I see you’re

excited. I’m happy for you. But why keep your parents in the dark?

“My parents don’t see the need for college. I do. Plus, I’ll pay for it myself with my earnings,

thanks to you.”

Dave’s face took on a frown. His eyebrows crinkled with concern. “How will college

classes work with your schedule here?”

“I’ll take courses from eight in the morning until ten and scoot over here afterward. What

do you say?”

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The expression on her face communicated anticipation and excitement. How could he deny her?

“Fine. I could use a good accountant.” He gave her a hug and a kiss on the forehead. “Go

for it. But, you need to promise me you’ll let your parents in on the deal. I don’t want to be put in

the middle.”

“I understand. I’ll take care of it soon.”

“Make that real soon.” Dave patted her on the shoulder and headed to his office to call the

plumber.

Lana silently clapped her hands together. A large smile crossed her face. She had taken control

of her life, thanks to cousin Dave, of course.

“You seem exceptionally happy today.” Lana placed her quiet celebration on hold as

Howard approached. “Are you still under the graduation spell?”

“Good morning.” Energy filled her greeting. If only the war were over, life would be

perfect.

“Do you feel like sharing?” Howard asked.

“Why not? First, Dave offered me a full-time position which I gladly accepted. I’ll work Tuesday

through Saturday. Second, I’m starting St. Joe’s as a part-time student in a couple of weeks. I’m

going to aim for a business degree with a major in accounting. I’ll pay for my education myself,

thanks to Dave.”

Lana waited for Howard’s reaction and received the encouragement she’d hoped for.

“Great. I’m proud of you.” His sincerity was without question.

“You’re always straight with me. I like that. However, I’ve one itsy, bitsy

problem.”

Howard’s face took on a worried look. “What’s that?”

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“I haven’t told my parents. They haven’t been supportive of me going to college, especially to

St. Joe’s. They think the environment there won’t be welcoming.”

“Well, eventually you’ll have to let them know about your decision. Anyway, pretty girls are

welcome anywhere, especially smart, pretty girls. You’ll do fine.”

Howard reassuringly patted Lana on the back. He really wanted to plant a big kiss on her

luscious lips, but he kept his true feelings unknown. The timing wasn’t right.

On Saturday of Lana’s second full-time week, she sat at the soda fountain, waiting for

her cousin Dave to give her a ride home. Many thoughts percolated inside her head. Monday

would be her first class at St. Joe’s. She still hadn’t made her parents aware of her plans. Dave

would likely lecture her on the way home about her need to level with them. And as far as her

one-sided love life, she hadn’t spent much quality time with Jeff since her speech writing days.

She was sad about that. Thursday, he arrived late for his evening paper, gave her a wave and a

wink, and left. Jeff spent less time at Dake’s than he had in the past. The last couple of

weekends, he’d stayed in New York. Something was up, but she couldn’t determine exactly

what.

Then Dave rushed into her thinking space and pulled her into the moment. “I’ve got a

bit of a problem. A doctor just called in a prescription for penicillin and an order for some

over-the-counter remedies for a very sick kid−temperature, ear infection, sore throat,

congestion−the whole nine yards. I need to take care of this and drop the medicines off after I

close up. Howard will take you home. Okay?” “Has Howard agreed?” Lana asked.

“Of course. He enjoys your company. He’ll be ready soon.”

“Fine. Let him know I’m waiting here.”

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A few minutes later, Lana glanced at her watch. Howard was taking longer than she

anticipated. She wished she had her driver’s license and access to a car. She’d be more

independent if that were the case. Her father kept his Buick to himself. Not even her mother

ventured to use it for an outing.

Finally, she saw Howard heading toward the fountain.

“Sorry I took so long,” Howard said as he approached. “I helped Dave collect the overthe-counter

items before hanging up my lab coat. I know he’s anxious to get home to his wife.

It’s Saturday night.”

“That’s okay. I’m grateful for the lift home,” Lana said. Her lips formed a warm smile. “Have

you eaten anything yet?” Howard looked directly at Lana. Her blue eyes were like deep pools of

water he enjoyed diving into.

“Just some peanut butter crackers. Why?”

“I haven’t eaten anything. I’d love for you to join me for dinner. My treat. What do you

say?”

“Oh, I don’t know. It’s been a long, tiring day.”

“It has. That’s why we need a chance to unwind. Let’s go to the Chinese place across the

street. I think their food is really good.”

Lana gave Howard’s invitation serious consideration. She paused for a few moments, taking

in his handsome face and wondering why she hadn’t acknowledged his attractiveness before

now. Momentarily, her stomach began growling so ferociously that Howard heard it. “You’re

obviously starving.” He laughed and continued to wait patiently for her answer, hoping she’d

say yes. Praying she’d say yes.

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“Well, Howard Lawrence, you’ve got yourself a dinner companion.” With the decision

made, Lana put her sweater over her shoulders, picked up her handbag, and slipped her arm

around Howard’s. “Lead the way.”

Howard thought he must be the happiest man alive on this Saturday evening. When they

entered the restaurant, Lana’s arm was still around his. The hostess assumed they were a couple

and sat them at a table for two in a cozy corner.

“I need to use the pay phone. My parents will worry if I don’t tell them where I am.” She

fumbled with the contents of her handbag and finally retrieved two dimes from a small change

purse for the phone call home. “I’ll be right back.”

Lana’s mother began her inquisition. “Who are you with again?”

“Dave’s pharmacist, Howard. He invited me to dinner after work. He’s very nice. You

needn’t worry. He’ll take me home immediately after we’re finished. Okay, Mom?”

“I suppose. Dave wouldn’t have hired him if he weren’t nice. Don’t be late.”

When Lana returned she found Howard perusing the menu. He soon looked up. A large

grin on his face, apparently happy her phone call didn’t last long.

“So, have you decided on what you’re getting?” she asked.

“I think a number six, a combo platter: sesame chicken, fried rice, and spare ribs.”

“I think I’ll do the same. Sounds delicious. Let’s order some tea as well. Okay?”

Howard nodded. “Your wish is my command.”

Before long, their dinner conversation moved forward, dealing mostly with rather

mundane occurrences at Dake’s. Howard related a joke Norman told him, and they had a good

laugh over that.

“I haven’t seen much of Jeff lately,” Lana said nonchalantly.

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She decided to fish for some updates regarding her secret crush and hoped Howard

wouldn’t see indications of how she felt about Jeff. Little did she know Howard had already

determined Jeff had netted Lana’s attention.

“He was in and out Thursday evening in a blink of an eye.” “He’s

got a lot on his mind,” Howard remarked.

“Really? What?”

“Didn’t you hear?” Howard poured himself another cup of tea. “Want a refill?”

“No, thanks, I’m fine. What didn’t I hear?”

“Our friend Jeff got engaged to his boss’s daughter a few weeks back. From what I gather,

the parents−especially the father− aren’t too happy about it. They want someone different for

their daughter.”

“How so?” She tried not to appear overly curious.

“Someone with a college degree, more money, better professional and family

connections.”

“Jeff is charming. He’s going places. What’s wrong with them?” Lana’s voice raised in

defiance of the parent’s stringent and unfair assessment of their future son-in-law.”

“Hold on, lady. You needn’t try to convince me. I like the guy.”

Howard knew why Lana was advocating for Jeff, but now that Jeff had chosen another girl

to live his life with, he became more determined to win Lana’s heart.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scold you. It’s just such a surprise. He never spoke about her

or mentioned her name.”

“To you.”

“What do you mean?”

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“I mean, he discussed his girl and his intentions with Norman. He told Norman after he’d

saved for over a year, he purchased an engagement ring for his love, Melanie. I only know this

because Norman told me. He said Jeff seemed very happy.”

“I suppose I should congratulate him next time I see him.” Lana fiddled with her cup of

tea, adding more tea to warm its contents and giving it a stir.

“I had the same thought.”

After Howard paid the bill, he guided Lana to his car, his arm across her shoulders. Just

before nine o’clock, they pulled up in front of the Weiss’s home. He quickly moved to open the

door for her.

Lana emerged from the car with a warm smile on her face. Howard continued to be the

perfect gentlemen. “Thanks for everything. I had a nice time unwinding with you.”

“Maybe we can do it again. What do you think?”

“I think that’s a real possibility.” Lana leaned in close, gave him a quick kiss on the

cheek, and hurried up the path to her house. She was through the front door and out of sight

before Howard realized what had happened.

***

Lana began her college career in July, enjoying every minute she spent on campus. She

managed to take just ten minutes to exit the building where her course was held, cross the street,

and travel down the sidewalk to Dake’s. That’s not to say she did this with ease. She always

entered her place of employment panting a bit and rushed to put her books and notebook away in

her locker, to straighten her hair, and to freshen her lipstick before securing her sales associate

nametag to her blouse. This preparation took an additional fifteen minutes. Therefore, Lana

dutifully positioned herself on the sales floor within a half hour after leaving St. Joe’s. She always

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gave Gladys a wave and a wink to let her know she was ready to work. Gladys nodded back if she

were waiting on a customer at the cosmetics counter. When free, Gladys made her way over to

Lana, checking out the various displays to make sure all were in order. They’d talk about the latest

additions to the various cosmetic lines. That’s how most of Lana’s workdays started.

This particular Tuesday became an outlier. Lana was casually surveying the sales floor when

her eyes found Jeff sitting at the soda fountain, a cup of coffee in his hand, and his head held

low while scrutinizing the morning newspaper.

Jeff? Here mid-morning and not at work? Why? She decided to find out.

“Good morning,” Lana said quietly so as not to startle Jeff.

“Hey, Lana. How’s it going?”

“Just fine. I’m surprised to see you here this time in the morning.”

“I’m reading the paper. President Roosevelt says he’s going to seek a fourth term.” “Really?

That’s a bold move.” Lana leaned in a bit and discovered Jeff was actually reading and circling

advertisements appearing in the employment section of The Bulletin. She waited a few

moments before she pressed on. “Are you thinking of changing jobs?”

Jeff kept his focus on the newspaper. “I gave up the sales rep’s job in New York.” “I’m

sorry. I don’t understand. You’ve done well. And, you’re engaged to the boss’s daughter.”

“Not any more. It’s over. Melanie gave back the ring. She said she cared for me, but her

parents’ disapproval became difficult for her to manage.”

Lana placed her hand on Jeff’s shoulder, trying to comfort him. She didn’t know what to

say.

Norman soon came upon the scene. “Can I get you some more coffee?”

“No thanks.”

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Norman shrugged his shoulders after catching Lana’s attention. “Did you find anything

promising in the paper?”

“Some.”

Lana morphed into cheerleader mode. “I’m sure he’ll find an exciting opportunity. Jeff is a

fantastic guy and any employer would be crazy not to snap him up in an instant.”

Norman smiled and joined the pep rally. “You’re right. He’s a mighty fine guy, our Jeff.” “Okay,

both of you, stop. I know you’re trying to cheer me up, and I appreciate your efforts. But, I’m just

not in the mood for cheering up at the moment.”

“Coffee is on me,” Norman said. “Go take a walk on this fine day. Walks always do me

good.”

Jeff gave his hand to Norman, who shook it briskly. He folded up his paper and placed it under

his arm. “See you guys tomorrow.”

Lana stared after him. How sad to see him so down, so lost. What a fool his former boss had been,

not to mention his daughter. Jeff would’ve made a wonderfully caring husband.

When Lana returned to the register, an interesting thought struck her. Jeffrey Jay Martin

was available again. Lana let out a sigh, and a smile crossed her face. She was happy about Jeff’s

availability but not ecstatic. Why? Howard had become a contender.

***

“If you find you’ve taken care of things, and it’s quiet in here, please feel free to pull out your

textbook and do some reading. I see you stealing reading time during lunch. I’m not

unreasonable.”

Lana put her arms around Dave’s neck and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. “Did I ever say

you’re the best cousin a girl could have?”

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“No.”

“Well, I say it now. I promise never to abuse this privilege.”

“And, by the way, how are your parents dealing with the college news?”

“They’re not exactly speaking to me now which, to tell you the truth, is somewhat of a

blessing.”

Dave laughed. He knew his aunt and uncle could be difficult. “The best thing is they now know.

I can’t be charged as a co-conspirator.”

Lana had kept silent well into the summer. While helping her mother in the kitchen one evening,

an opportunity arose.

“I’m curious. Why is it that your light is on way into the night? You’re not getting enough

sleep and it shows on your face, especially your eyes. Young lady, is there something your

father and I should know?” her mother asked.

“I’m reading late into the night. I happen to enjoy learning. Because I enjoy learning, I enrolled

in a college course for the summer.”

“What? Where?” Her mother stopped arranging the fruit platter she’d been preparing,

wiped her hands on a dish towel, and placed them on her hips.

Lana knew from her mother’s posture, the details she’d reveal wouldn’t make things any

better. “I enrolled at St. Joe’s because it’s very convenient, just a short walk to Dake’s. I take the

class early in the morning before going to work.”

“Where did you get the money for this?” Her mother practically screamed the question.

“I paid for the course with my earnings.” Lana took a similar stance as her mother’s. She was

prepared to fight fire with fire. “I’m a grown woman. I’m not your little girl anymore. I’m

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perfectly capable of making my own decisions and shaping my own future. My goal is to

become an accountant.”

“You’re attending a Catholic institution. A Jewish girl. Your father will be infuriated.” “I’m

not taking a degree in religion. My degree will be in business with a concentration in accounting.

Like it or not, that’s the way it is.”

There was nothing more said. Her mother finished the fruit platter. Dinner continued as planned,

followed by parental shunning.

***

Lana raced through Dake’s front door. She was late for work and feeling very guilty. The cause?

She’d remained after class to discuss the upcoming mid-term with her professor, but she hadn’t

been first in line. In fact, three other students came before her.

Lana immediately looked for Dave, first behind the prescription counter, and when she

didn’t find him there, she searched the selling floor. Finally, she discovered him in a booth

tucked far away from the soda fountain, a favorite of lovestruck couples sharing a large shake or

the Bonanza, a fabulous sundae adorned with all kinds of toppers.

Dave, Norman, and Haley were attending to the morning paper’s headlines. Dave was

reading aloud: “A JULY TWENTIETH PLOT FAILS; THE MENACE HITLER IS STILL

WITH US”

The three were so absorbed in the details, they failed to notice Lana standing in front of

them, panting.

“Excuse me. I must apologize. I’m sorry I’m late. I had to talk to my professor about the upcoming

mid-term and ”

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Dave cut Lana off because he wanted to continue reading aloud from the paper. “I’m

involved with news more important than your tardiness. Why not get yourself organized for the

day? I totally accept your apology.”

“You’re the best cousin ever.”

“I know. I know.” He looked back at the paper and resumed reading aloud. “Claus Von

Stauffenberg and others tried to take control of Germany’s government and armed forces but

without success. The ultimate goals were to disempower the Nazi Party, make peace with the

West, and demonstrate to the world that not all Germans were heinous.”

Lana walked away slowly, listening to what Dave was reading. She wanted to be up on things in

case customers chanced speaking about the news, especially her favorite customer Jeff, as well as

her favorite cohort, Howard. Yes, Howard. They now ate lunch together. “Things seem grim once

again,” Lana commented regarding the recent news about the failed plot.

Howard nodded, his mouth full of a large intake of his tuna fish salad sandwich. Once downed,

he put a positive twist on things. “The news tells us something important.”

“What?”

“There are Germans close to Hitler who realize he’s evil and must go. Other plots may

arise.”

“You’re so wise. I guess that’s what higher education does for a person. It won’t be too

long before I’ll be as wise as you.”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?” Lana punched Howard affectionately on his arm.

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The weekend was sunny and hot. Thinking many people would be cooling themselves off at the

Jersey Shore, in their backyards, or in community pools, Lana decided to dust and straighten the

over-the-counter displays. Norman and Haley offered iced coffee due to the heat and prepared for

ice cream fans beginning at lunch time. As Lana came to the end of the digestive products, she

noticed the morning papers needed to be ordered. She smiled when a positive headline met her

eyes: ALLIED FORCES MOVE UP THE BOOT WHILE AMERICANS HAVE THEIR EYES

ON GUAM.

Howard and she would have an interesting discussion today at lunch.

Lana turned her attention to the pain relief aisle and noticed two policemen and a very tall

plain-clothes detective walking past her to the pharmacy counter, their badges catching the

sunlight that streamed through the high-set windows in the back of Dake’s. Their presence

seemed odd. It’s not that policemen didn’t enter Dake’s on a daily basis. Patrol officers

frequently stopped at the soda fountain for coffee in the mornings or grabbed aspirins for their

headaches, but they rarely made their way to Dake’s Laboratory. Lana’s curiosity got the best of

her, so with dust rag in hand, she casually positioned herself as close to the prescription counter

as possible, switching her focus to the first aid products aisle.

“I’d like to speak to the owner, please,” the detective stated in a firm tone.

“I’m the owner,” Dave replied.

“Your name?” The detective asked.

“David Weiss.”

Lana could see one of the policemen taking notes on a small tablet.

“Mr. Weiss, a man killed himself yesterday by jumping off the Brooklyn Bridge. He had

no wallet on him, probably fell out when he hit the water, but a prescription bottle with your

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pharmacy’s name and address on it was found in the pocket of his pants. The name on the bottle

was scratched out, but the rest of the information seems to be here. We need your help in

identifying the deceased. He’s estimated to be in his late twenties. We’d like to know the nature

of the bottle’s contents as well.”

The detective reached into his pocket and pulled out a small pill bottle and handed it to Dave.

Lana could see her cousin had the jitters. His hand shook when he retrieved the pill bottle from

the detective’s large, steady hand.

Dave dumped the pills into the palm of his left hand. “This bottle contains anti-anxiety pills. A

type of barbiturate. ’ll check the prescription number in my log book.”

Dave leafed through the pages and found the entry. He looked up, his eyes filled with tears. His

voice cracked as he spoke. “This was a prescription given to Jeffrey Jay Martin, 2408

Highland Avenue in Merion.”

“Did you know Mr. Martin personally?” the officer with the tablet asked. “I see you’re

upset.”

“He came in here a lot. Got morning and evening papers. Coffee, donuts. Sat at the counter

and talked to Norman, the soda fountain manager.”

By this time, Howard had joined the group. “He’d been a bit down lately.” “Why?” the

detective asked.

“I heard that from Norman. It’s best you speak directly with him.”

“We’ll do that.” The detective turned to Dave. “Thanks Mr. Weiss. You’ve been very

helpful. I need the pill bottle back. It’s evidence.”

“Sure.” Dave tightened the cap and reached over the prescription counter. The detective’s large

hand swooped it up.

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The officers turned and headed to the soda fountain. Dave and Howard looked intently at each

other. No words came, but their body language communicated volumes: heads down, hands on

their foreheads, backs to one another. Then, a whimpering sound caught their attention. The sound

resembled that of a small kitten. Dave and Howard turned their heads in its direction and saw

Lana lying on the leather sofa in the waiting area, her face buried in a cleaning rag.

Howard immediately went to her side. He placed his arms around her and pulled her close

to his chest, rocking her back and forth, trying to comfort her.

“Poor Jeff. Poor unhappy, wonderful Jeff. Why didn’t he let us know?” She looked at

Howard, seeking his wise insights as she had on so many other topics.

“I don’t have an answer for you now. I may never have an answer.” He paused to think.

“Things often happen without warning. Sometimes medications have unforeseen consequences.”

Lana buried her head further into Howard’s chest. He didn’t mind. His arms tightened around her.

He’d be there for her as long as she needed him. Hopefully, forever.