I always keep my promises.
Anyone who knows me could tell you that. It's not a brag, just simply true.
My friends do not keep their promises, not always. How do i know this? Well, here i am, in the exact place we promised we'd be, and yet here I am, on Christmas eve, alone.
After the last day of school, we met up. The war was coming then, but none of us knew the extent of it.
We promised to each other that on Christmas eve, 1942, we would come to the corner cafe, in Cambridge, at 4 o'clock. But I am alone.
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The Next Time We Meet
Historical FictionThe detective society made a promise to each other when they left school, that in two years they would be in the corner cafe, in Cambridge, on Christmas eve. On Christmas eve, 1942, Hazel comes, as promised.
