Ritz Carlton

The lobby was full of uniforms and men inside of them. Winifred and her Indiana college room mate surveyed the selection of promising husbands from the mezzanine railing. “Who is that one?” Winnie pointed to a smaller, slightly more mature man in an impeccable white tailored Navy uniform. Her roommate turned to her own fiance, a member of OSS. “Do you know him?” Winnie asked him. He shrugged, “Maybe.” Winnie eyed her prey. “You better know him. I want to meet him.”