Dream When You're Feeling Blue

Chapter 1 APRIL 1943 It was Kitty's turn to sleep with her head at the foot of the bed. She didn't mind; she preferred it, actually. She liked the mild disorientation that came from that position, and she liked the relative sense of privacyher sisters' feet in her face, yes, but not their eyes, not their ears, nor the close, damp sounds of their breathing. And at the foot of the bed she was safe from Louise, who often yanked mercilessly at people's hair in her sleep. Tonight Kitty was last to bed, having been last in the bathroom. Everybody liked it when Kitty was last in the bathroom because, of the eight people living in the house, she always took the longest. Apart from the normal ablutions, she did things in there: affected poses she thought made her look even more like Rita Hayworthshe did look like Rita Hayworth, everyone said so. She filed her fingernails, she experimented with combining perfumes to make a new scent, she creamed her face, she used eyebrow pencil to make beauty marks above her lip. She also read magazines in the bathroom because there, no one read over her shoulder. Oh, somebody would bang on the door every time she was in there, somebody was always banging on the bathroom door, but a girl could get a lot done in a room with a locked door. Kitty could do more in five minutes in the bathroom than in thirty minutes anywhere else in the house, where everyone in the family felt it their righttheir obligation!to butt into everyone else's business. When Kitty came out of the bathroom, she tiptoed into the bedroom, where it appeared her sisters were already asleepTish on her side with her knees drawn up tight, Louise with the covers flung off. Kitty crouched down by Louise and whispered her sister's name. Kitty wanted to talk; she wasn't ready to sleep yet. But Louise didn't budge. Kitty moved to the bottom of the bed, slid beneath the covers, and sighed quietly. She stared up at the ceiling, thinking of Julian, of how tomorrow he would be leaving, off to fight in the Pacific with the Marines, and no one knew for how long. And Michael, Louise's fiance, he would be leaving, too, leaving at the same time but going in the opposite direction, for he was in the Army and shipping out to Europe. And why were they not in the same branch of the service, these old friends? Because Julian liked the forest green of the Marine uniforms better than the olive drab of the Army or the blue of the Navy. Also because James Roosevelt, the president's son, was in the Marines. It seemed so odd to Kitty. So frightening and dangerous and even romantic; there was an element of romance to this war, but mostly it just felt so odd. As though the truth of all this hadn't quite caught up with her, nor would it for a while. No matter the graphic facts in FDR's Day of Infamy speech after the bombing of Pearl Harbor: the three thousand lives lost, the next day's declaration of war on Japan, then Germany's declaration of war on the United States. Kitty's facts were these: she was Kitty; he was Julian; every Saturday night they went downtown for dinner at Toffenetti's and then to one of the movie palaces on State Street. Sometimes, after that, he would take her to the Empire Room at the Palmer House for a pink squirrel, but her parents didn't like for Kitty to stay out so late, or to drink. Now his leave after basic was up and he was shipping out, he was going over there. And both boys foolishly volunteering for the infantry! Kitty rose up on her elbows and again whispered Louise's name. A moment, and then she spoke out loud. "Hey? Louise?" Nothing. Kitty fell back and rested her hands across her chest, one over the other, then quickly yaBerg, Elizabeth is the author of 'Dream When You're Feeling Blue ', published 2007 under ISBN 9780739327128 and ISBN 0739327127.