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he would like to have a grandson. He didn't know, but it was already on the way.

Pop always had a girlfriend. I don't think that I told you this. Mother died, as I told you, when I was sixteen; and a few years later my father met a very lovely lady, with whom he became great friends. For some reason or another, Pop decided that he wouldn't marry again because it would be unfair to the memory of my mother and he wouldn't have me meet her even. This was his secret life. He would be with her Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday; but Monday, Wednesday, and Friday he absolutely refused to see her. He had established a little apartment. Her name was Eva. I had seen her once, finally, because I went to a hockey game and Pop walked in with Eva and sat right in front of me. This was right after Tex Rickard had died and the two hockey teams lined up for a moment of silence to honor his memory. Eva cried a little bit, though she never even had heard of Rickard. I never saw a man get angrier in my life than when I started kidding him about Eva crying at the passing of a complete stranger.

At any rate, we came home from our honeymoon to my place at the Navarro and Pop called up. He said, “I want to come over and see you both.” I said, “I've been waiting for you, Pop.” He said, “I think I'll bring Eva with me.” So he came over with Eva. This was the first time I had met her and the first time that Phyllis met her. And she was a darling, darling woman.

By this time, I began to see how my wife, the general,