I laughed at that, but I knew she was right. She had put my feelings into words. That didn"t surprise me. I told her that I really didn"t know what to do, that I was guessing at every step. “I can"t help but feel we don"t have a lot of time. So timing is going to matter. But I can"t promise absolutely because I really have no idea when or even if it will happen again. And Gettysburg wasn"t my fault.”
“Then promise me this. If it happens and you can call me, you will. I can be there in no time. Maybe we can go together. Fritz, we"re partners, for better or worse. Remember.”
“I promise.” I meant it.
Leaning against the red brick wall, cooling in the late fall shade, Tom Sawyer his companion. A girl named Kathy sat down on the cement pad next to him and asked what he was reading. Freckles.
