Her praises starting turning to uncertainties after she went to a party with him one Saturday night. She figured it would be a party that she was used to, with cards and food. Instead, there was drinking and smoking and Billie didn’t feel comfortable.
“It was just more than what I would’ve liked,” she said.
At the end of the evening, Billie made her opinion known. He had to choose either her or his partying friends.
“I said, ‘If that’s the way you want to live, I can’t do that,’” she said.
They said good night. Doyle gave her a kiss, and she went home. He didn’t call the next day, or the next. Billie was scared she had lost her boyfriend.
“I thought I had done the wrong thing,” Billie said. “But I couldn’t back down because I couldn’t be with someone who was drinking.”
On the third day all her worries went away when she received a dozen red roses from Doyle, along with a message that said, ‘I choose you.’
“He said he was in love with me and wanted me,” Billie said.
It was true. Doyle loved being around Billie. Her personality rubbed off on him, and he couldn’t let her slip away.
“I thought she was it,” Doyle said. “She is happy all the time.”
After a few months of dating, Doyle popped the question. It was raining that day too, just like it was when he first asked her out. It was a soft rain, the good kind of rain, according to Billie.
“It seemed like everything we did, it was raining,” Billie laughed. “So I figured that must be a good thing.”
It was raining again on June 20, 1952, the day Doyle and Billie got married, six months after they started dating. They were wed at St. Luke’s EUB in Kokomo when Billie was 20 and Doyle was 18.