24 May; Car/D’s House; Spring Green, Wisconsin: I waited for D for hours, but no one was home. The mosquitoes were biting. At nine o’clock, I climbed into the back of the car, put a cowboy hat over my face, and went to sleep. I was awoken by the sound of D’s voice: “Where is he?! Where is he?! Did he break into my house?!” I stumbled out of the car with my cowboy hat on and a candy cigarette dangling from my lips. “Now hold on, pardner,” I drawled. It was a three-story house with a basement. There were four or five bedrooms, at least, and D and his girl only occupied one. I had my choice.
25 May; D’s House; Spring Green, Wisconsin: I stayed in the room D stayed in when he and she were on the outs. There were clothes on the floor and a half-read book on the night-stand. It was as if, suddenly, one night, she had opened her arms again and he shed this cocoon of a quarantine, never to return. And now I was sleeping in it.
Go to Harmony, Minnesota, for Episode 5.
Go to Macedonia, Ohio, for Episode 8.