The Lady Fire Eater and Me
THE LADY FIRE-EATER AND ME If I had my time again, I wouldn't have shopped Donna to the cops in the way I did, for deserting from the US Army. Looking back fifty years, I see that I acted out of spite. I was nearly thirty when it all came to ahead in 1949, but I didn't have the sense to see that the relationship couldn't possibly go on for ever. I'd met her after a couple of affairs with men that had turned bad, and things seemed so much simpler now I was with her. We had lived...