"You know any good Italian girls?"
"No, can't say that I do. I only know naughty ones. Oh and Marietta, of course." I bit my lip. I hated imagining him marrying anyone, Italian or not. Where would my best friend go if he got married? "Why is everyone in such a rush to get hitched?"
He glanced at me out of the corner of his eye and smiled again. "Maybe I should just bite the bullet and enlist like Giovanni." Amidst rationing...