This was it. My interlude with Danny had its happy ending at the guest house in Provincetown, and now that it was over, I was back on my way to the straight and narrow and my life with Judy. Not that I didn’t have regrets, but I had come to my decision. What I’d started to think of as “Happiness Hotel” would fade into memory along with all the rest of it…
Dan knew that he would have to do all the driving from Provincetown to New York City. Neither our passenger, Kenny, nor I had a driver’s license, and Dan wasn’t just about to let us take the wheel without one - no matter how tired he got. Lord knows, it wasn’t doing anything spectacular for Danny’s disposition. His mouth was set in a grim line of fierce determination. The rest was silence.