When Jenny graduated from university that summer, all her relations came from Cranston to watch. We didn't tell them about our marriage plans because we wanted a quiet wedding, and didn't want to hurt their feelings. I graduated from Harvard the next day. Was Oliver the Third there in the university hall? I don't know. I didn't look for Old Stonyface in the crowd. I gave my parents' ticket to Jenny and Phil, but as an old Harvard man my father
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What can you say about a twenty-five-year-old girl who died?
You can say that she was beautiful and intelligent. She loved Mozart and Bach and the Beatles. And me. Once, when she told me that, I asked her who came first. She answered, smilimg, 'Like in the ABC.' I smiled too. But now I wonder. Was she talking about my first name? If she was, I came last, behind Mozart. Or did she mean my last name? If she did, I came between Bach and the Beatles. But I still didn't come first. That worries me terribly now. You see, I always had to be Number One. Family pride, you see.
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After the match I lay in the hot bath and thought with pride about the game. I'd scored one goal, and helped to score another. Now the water felt wonderful on my tired nody. Ahhhh!
Suddenly I remembered Jenny. Was she still waiting outside? I hoped so! I jumped out of that bath and dressed as fast as I could.
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After that, I was not looking forward to meeting Jenny's father. She was his only child and her mother was dead. She meant a lot to him... I could see a lot of problems there. And I was penniless. How is Mr Cavilleri going to feel, I thought, when he hears that young Barret cant support his daughter? Worse, she will have to work as a teacher to support him while he is at law school!
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