Silvers stopped writing. He looked around. It was very warm. There still was nothing to do. He removed a sheet of paper from the back of his journal and began a letter to his brother.
Friday, 13 August 70
Ab,
So your old lady wants you to marry her. No sweat, GI. Want me to discourage it? Can do. Can do it in a very tactful way. Tell her first you can’t wed til I get back, which really you can’t. I gotta be there. That’s about five months off and nobody gets married in January so you got it made at least til spring. I’ve got a year after I leave here and no telling where they’ll send me that I won’t be able to get back from so that puts it in winter again. Maybe what you should tell her is like this—tell her you want to get married in Europe while you’re racing formula 3 or 2 (if you ca
