Ten o’clock comes and goes, and the only person I have talked to is that policeman. I am standing here in the door of this old hardware store in disbelief that the appointment my friend, Jimmy Wells, and I made has just been broken. Just then,I see a plain clothes man walking toward me. “Is that you, Jimmy?” I asked in an excited tone. “Bob?”Jimmy Wells replies, and with that my body fills with excitement. We begin to walk down the sidewalk, talking about how we made an unbreakable appointment twenty years before and stuck to it. “ I see that you did well in the West,” he comments, obviously looking at the diamond on my scarf.
“Yeah, did whatever I had to do to get it too,”I agreed. “You’ve gotten a lot taller,