It was a lousy way to spend his birthday. Working all day then spending his evening in school. Of course, there were a lot of guys in the same boat back then. They had left to fight as soon as they turned 18 and now that the war was over, they were married with kids, trying to get through college the hard way.
He got off the bus around 10:30, expecting to walk the several blocks to his in-laws where they were staying so her parents could help his very pregnant wife take care of their two year old son. Then he saw the car waiting at the corner. Hey, the day might not be a total loss after all. They had come to meet him. Probably going to take him out for an ice cream or something. Not wanting to admit how pleased he was at the prospect, he assumed a Joe Cool saunter and strolled on over.
"Hi. What are you doing here?"