Chapter 4Sophe graduated the year before I did, since my degree required five years. We were going to be married as soon as I graduated. She would have found a job in Ithaca to stay close, but her father put his foot down: she came home, or the engagement was off. “It’ll be okay, baby,” I told her, although I didn’t like the idea of her being that far away from me. “You can help Momma plan the wedding.” As soon as we’d gotten engaged, Mrs. Sabatini had instructed me to call her Momma. “And I’ll get a job and start saving up for our house.” “Oh, Sophe. What a sweetheart you are.” I’d told her I’d been doing that with the money I’d earned working for Dad. Dad honked the horn. He was giving me a ride up to Ithaca. “I have to go.” “Okay, Jack.” Her eyes filled with tears, and they looked