Chapters (101)
- Cover
- Title Page
- Copyright
- Prologue
- Part One - Making Marriage Work
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Part Two - The Bane of Man
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Part Three - The Creation of the Wife
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Chapter 81
- Chapter 82
- Chapter 83
- Chapter 84
- Chapter 85
- Chapter 86
- Chapter 87
- Chapter 88
- Chapter 89
- Epilogue
- Dedication
- Acknowledgments
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
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“She seemed like the sweetest thing,” Corinne put in, shaking her head. “The last one you’d expect to do anything to hurt her own family.”
“She wasn’t sweet at all,” snapped Judy. She jabbed her needle into the quilt. “She always pretended.”
Chapter 14
THE BABYLON BALLROOM
La Crosse, Wisconsin
Saturday, February 13, 1943
The ballroom was hot-packed with soldiers and girls, swirling, turning, swinging, stomping, to music as glint-bright as the trumpets, trombones, saxophones, of the band on the red-spangled stage under blazing lights. More than one of the uniformed boys was inclined to lift his partner above his head, then swing her down suddenly, legs knifing between legs, then just as quickly lift her up face-to-face again, his smile bright in her vision. There she’d find herself clutched tight and breathless in his arms, until he spun her out again in a twirl, her skirt flaring. Oh, they were good dancers, these soldiers! The best Elissa Mickelson had ever seen. Boys from Pine Rapids were apt to drop a girl, attempting such moves.
“I told you it was the limit, didn’t I?” said Betty, the cousin of Elissa’s friend Muriel. Betty, a La Crosse native, had invited the Pine Rapids girls Elissa and Muriel down to La Crosse to experience the Babylon Ballroom, and she now grabbed Elissa’s elbow. Of Muriel there was, at the moment, no sign.
“Oh, yes!” Elissa shouted, still overwhelmed by the sight of it all, though they had been there more than an hour. Inside a frame of elegant arched porticos, the dance floor pulsed with the heat and movement of several hundred people, the dazzling sounds of Ben Greten and his orchestra flooding the place to the farthest corners of the viewing balcony.
A soldier appeared in front of her out of the crowd, a smile on his pink face. “Like to dance?” he said. Before she could so much as nod, he had grabbed Elissa and pulled her out onto the floor. At the mercy of his sweaty hands, she twisted, turned, and dipped, and the stranger who held her waist laughed above the music like he’d unearthed buried treasure.