In life we often part with our dear friends with the promise to meet again or be in touch. Carrying the memory of our friends, we often expect them to remain unchanged over the years, expect for the sighns of age. Can we always keep the promise we made years ago? If so, do we find our friends the same as before? Find out how two friends kept a promise they made twenty year ago and what they discovered.
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The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. The impressiveness was a matter of habit since there were very few people on the s treet
to watch him. Though the time was barely 10 'o clock at night, the chilly gusts of wind with a hint of rain in them had forced people indoors.
Trying doors as he went and twirling his club smartly, he cast his watchful eyes down the road. Well built of frame, with a swagger in his steps, he, indeed, looked like a guardian of peace. The neighborhood was one that kept early hours and, expect for an all - night food counter, most of the business places had long since closed.
About midway of a certain block the policeman suddenly slowed his walk. In the doorway of a darkened hardware store a man leaned, with unlighted cigar in his mouth. As the policeman walked up to him spoke up quickly.
'It's all right, officer, ' he said, reassuringly, 'I'm waiting for a friend. It's an appointment made twenty years ago. Sounds a little funny to you, doesn't you? Well, I'll explain if you'd like to make certain it's all straight. About that long ago there use to be a restaurant where this store stands- Big Joe Brady's restaurant .'
'Until five years ago, ' said the policeman. 'It was torn down then.'
The man in the doorway struck a match and lit his cigar. The light showed a pale square-jawed with sharp eyes and a little white scar near his right eyebrow. The pin on his scarf was a large diamond set a little oddly.
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