marriage was off to a good start and could only flourish through the years. I had visions of wearing my new filmy, white, lacy, sheer nightie and negligee — but I didn't get to wear them until the second night and then only long enough to model them for my husband.

When we returned to the cabin after our all too short honeymoon, we found Betty had moved into Jack's room so we could have a bedroom of

our own.

The rest of the summer passed all too quickly. Betty's favorite pastime was trying different hair styles on herself and me. At first, some of them looked like fright wigs, but she became very proficient as summer prog- ressed and she decided she would become a hair stylist 'when she grew up." And she did.

As the evenings cooled off with the passing of summer, the exuberant, spontaneous happiness gradually lessened as we realized we would soon have to return to the city and reverse our roles. Jack had become interested in chemistry that summer and we had developed a close friendship — just as he had said we would.

A few days before we were to return to the city, I reluctantly gave Sam, Bert and Jack a treatment of hair grower and then drove into town with Betty and had our own blonde hair dyed back to their natural drab brown color. We both had a good cry on the way home as we looked at each other.

We packed up, closed the cabin and returned to the city as Sam and crowd. None of us wanted to return to our 'normal' way of life and we were putting it off as long as we could. We stopped first at Sam and Nancy's and then Bert and I drove on over to our cottage.

The next morning after my shower, I put on a sweat shirt and man's slacks. Devoid of any makeup, I started breakfast. When Bert came into the kitchen, we gave each other our usual loving good morning greeting, but there was no light conversation as had had in the past. It was indeed a gloomy household that morning. We knew a wonderful part of our lives was coming to a close and Heaven only knew how long it would be before we could ever live like that again.

After breakfast, I looked at Bert and asked, sorrowfully, "Now"? He just nodded.