It's Christmas. I should be happy, only I'm not. I've lost almost everyone I care about has left my life. Lavinia and I spend the day together, we even make roast goose. We do all the things english people do, and I even make mooncakes for dessert because Lavinia - unlike Daisy - wants to try them.
I'm still upset.
We're visiting Beanie tomorrow, for a late Christmas. Lavinia's writing to George, and I sit and do a crossword. At some point Lavinia leave sfor her rounds. At around 9 o'clock I tidy up the apartment.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door.
"Lavinia, seriously you left your keys here again?" I sigh, exasperated, grabbing them from the counter, "You have to stop doing that. I'm getting longer shifts now, since I'm promoted, so you'll have to-" I open the door and stop speaking.
"Hello." Says Alexander, and standing next to him-
"Hello Watson."
YOU ARE READING
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.
