"Be careful."
"Of what?" she asked.
Fraser spoke slowly, feeling his way carefully over a minefield of words. "Larry's--different."
"How?" she asked, refusing to help him.
"I mean, he's not like most men." He saw the look on her face. "Oh, hell," he said. "Don't pay any attention to me." He managed a faint grin. "You've probably read the biography Aesop did on me. The fox and the sour grapes."
Catherine took his hand affectionately. "I'll never forget you, Bill. I hope we can remain friends."
"I hope so too," Fraser said. "Are you sure you won't stay on at the office?"
"Larry wants me to quit. He's old-fashioned. He believes that husbands should support their wives."
"If you ever change your mind," Fraser said, "let me know." The rest of the luncheon was concerned with office affairs and a discussion of who would take Catherine's place. She knew she would miss Bill Fraser very much. She supposed that the first man to seduce a girl would always hold a special place in that girl's life, but Bill had meant something to her beyond that. He was a dear man and a good friend. Catherine was disturbed by his attitude toward Larry. It was as though Bill had started to warn her about something and then stopped because he was afraid of spoiling her happiness. Or was it as he had said, just a case of sour grapes? Bill Fraser was not a small man or a jealous man. He would surely want her to be happy. And yet Catherine was sure he had tried to tell her something. Somewhere in the back of her mind was a vague foreboding. But an hour later when she met Larry and he smiled at her, everything went out of her head but the ecstasy of being married to this incredible, joyful, human being.
Larry was more fun to be with than anyone Catherine had ever known. Each day was an adventure, a holiday. They drove out to the country every weekend and stayed at small inns and explored county fairs. They went to Lake Placid and rode the huge toboggan slide and to Montauk where they went boating and fishing. Catherine was terrified of the water because she had never learned to swim, but Larry told her not to worry about it, and with him she felt safe.
Larry was loving and attentive and appeared to be remarkably unaware of the attraction he held for other women. Catherine seemed to be all that he wanted. On their honeymoon Larry had come across a little silver bird in an antique shop and Catherine had liked it so much that he had found a crystal bird for her and it had become the start of a collection. On a Saturday night they drove to Maryland to celebrate their third-month anniversary and had dinner at the same little restaurant.
The next day, Sunday, December 7, Pearl Harbor was attacked by the Japanese.
America's declaration of war against Japan came the following day at 1:32 P.M., less than twenty-four hours after the Japanese attack. On Monday while Larry was at Andrews Air Base, Catherine, unable to bear being alone in the apartment, took a taxi to the Capitol Building to see what was happening. Knots of people pressed around a dozen portable radio sets scattered through the crowd that lined the sidewalks of the Capitol Plaza. Catherine watched as the Presidential caravan raced up the drive and stopped at the south entrance to the Capitol. She was close enough to see the limousine door open and President Roosevelt disembark, assisted by two aides. Dozens of policemen stood at every corner, alert for trouble. The mood of the crowd seemed to Catherine to be mainly outrage, like a lynch mob eager to get into action.
Five minutes after President Roosevelt entered the Capitol, his voice came over the radio, as he addressed the Joint Session of Congress. His voice was strong and firm, filled with angry determination.
"America will remember this onslaught...Righteous might will win...We will gain the inevitable triumph, so help us, God."
Fifteen minutes after Roosevelt had entered the Capitol, House Joint Resolution 254 was passed, declaring war on Japan. It was passed unanimously except for Representative Jeannette Rankin of Montana, who voted against the declaration of war, so the final vote was 388 to 1. President Roosevelt's speech had taken exactly ten minutes--the shortest war message ever delivered to an American Congress.
The crowd outside cheered, a full-throated roar of approval, anger and a promise of vengeance. America was finally on the move.
Catherine studied the men and women standing near her. The faces of the men were filled with the same look of exhilaration that she had seen on Larry's face the day before, as though they all belonged to the same secret club whose members felt that war was an exciting sport. Even the women seemed caught up by the spontaneous enthusiasm that swept through the crowd. But Catherine wondered how they would feel when their men were gone and the women stood alone waiting for news of their husbands and sons. Slowly Catherine turned and walked back toward the apartment. On the corner she saw soldiers with fixed bayonets.
Soon, she thought, the whole country would be in uniform.
It happened even faster than Catherine had anticipated. Almost overnight Washington was transformed into a world of a citizen army in khaki.
The air was filled with an electric, contagious excitement. It was as though peace were a lethargy, a miasma that filled mankind with a sense of ennui, and it was only war that could stimulate man to the full exhilaration of life.
Larry was spending sixteen to eighteen hours at the Air Base, and he often remained there overnight. He told Catherine that the situation at Pearl Harbor and Hickam Field was much worse than the people had been led to believe. The sneak attack had been devastatingly successful. For all practical purposes America's Navy and a good part of its Air Corps had been destroyed.
"Are you saying that we could lose this war?" Catherine asked, shocked.
Larry looked at her thoughtfully. "It depends on how fast we can get ready," he replied. "Everyone thinks of the Japanese as funny little men with weak eyes. That's horseshit. They're tough, and they're not afraid to die. We're soft."
In the months that followed it seemed that nothing could stop the Japanese. The daily headlines screamed out their successes: They were attacking Wake...softening up the Philippine Islands for invasion...landing in Guam...in Borneo...in Hong Kong. General MacArthur declared Manila an open city, and the trapped American troops in the Philippines surrendered.
One day in April, Larry telephoned Catherine from the Base and asked her to meet him downtown for dinner at the Willard Hotel to celebrate.
"Celebrate what?" Catherine asked.
"I'll tell you tonight," Larry replied. There was a note of high excitement in his voice.
When Catherine hung up, she was filled with a dread premonition. She tried to think of all the possible reasons that Larry would have to celebrate, but it always came back to the same thing and she did not think she would have the strength to face it.
At five o'clock that afternoon Catherine was fully dressed, sitting on her bed staring into the dressing-room mirror.