She closes her eyes and thinks, These are the last easy thoughts he'll ever have.Īnd sure enough, a second later, he says, 'Oh jeez, oh wow…' He clears his throat.

Kate busies herself at the sink arranging daffodils in a vase. I flashed her my pearly whites and then I asked her out to dinner for tonight and she said yes. She's nineteen, like me, studying to be a dental hygienist. Name was Magee, that was her first name, which I thought was far out. Tiger says, 'I taught a real cutie today, Ma. The letter uses that first name too-it's addressed to Richard Foley-though no one ever calls him anything but Tiger. He's whistling, wearing the polyester uniform shirt issued by Walden Pond Driving Academy with his name stitched on the pocket: Richard. When Tiger gets home from his job at the driving school, Kate says, 'There's a letter for you on the kitchen table.' Tiger seems unconcerned about what it might be.

Frankly, Kate doesn't care if Vietnam succumbs to the Communists.

Le Duan will succumb to the allure of capitalism or Thieu will be assassinated and someone with better sense will take over. There are peace talks going on right now in Paris. Army sends another letter-by which time, this god-awful war in Vietnam might be over. Surely this is every American mother's first instinct? Pretend it got lost in the mail, buy Tiger a few more weeks of freedom before the U.S. When the Selective Service notice comes for Tiger, Kate's first instinct is to throw it away.

Summer of 69 by elin hilderbrand