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ONE sunny day in the spring when Francie was sixteen, she walked out of the office at five o'clock and saw Anita, a girl who operated a machine in her row, standing in the doorway of the Communications Building with two soldiers. One, short, stubby, and beaming, held Anita's arm possessively. The other, tall and gangling, stood there awkwardly. Anita detached herself from the soldiers and drew Francie aside.
"Francie, you've got to help me out. Joey's on his last leave before his unit goes overseas and we're engaged."