It had been a very cold winter so when spring brought warmer weather I tried to absorb every ray of sun available. I wasn't used to the cold winters and appreciated the return of the sun.
I continued seeing Tom, either at the geedunk or at the All Hands Dances. We never went out on a date, simply because of my Mother's disapproval. But I did meet him in public places two or three times a week. We would spend hours talking with one another, he was quickly becoming my best friend. Tom was from Los Angeles, and we were both home sick, so we had plenty to talk about. But just as I was really falling for him, Tom announced that he had received his orders and he would be leaving in late April and would be going to Imperial Beach, California. It wasn't home, but it was so close, it was just like going home.
In the meantime, the Senior Class play was l was in was getting closer to production. I was playing an old woman, and had to practice walking and acting like a little old lady. At the dress rehearsal I found out my hair would be covered with talcum powder to make it look gray. Tom had agreed that before he left for California he would attend the play. It was bittersweet. I really wanted to see Tom at the play, but I didn't want to say goodbye to him.
The nights of the performances arrived, and I nervously searched the audience looking for Tom. I didn't see him. The second performance I repeated my visual search of the audience. No Tom. Again on the third night, no Tom. It was late April and there was only a few more days and Tom would be gone to California.
I went to the geedunk: no Tom. I went to an All Hands Dance: no Tom. I looked and looked, but I didn't see him. Tom was gone.