Who Asked Who?




B: Where are you going?

E: Italy. I have a - a reconnaissance mission there.

B: Spying, you mean.

E: I won’t be able to keep in contact, I’m sorry.

B: Alright, well just promise me one thing.

E: Anything.

B: A big word that. Just. Promise you’ll come home to me.


E: Here, feel it. It’s yours. It always has been.

B: I really hate you sometimes. Now, of all times?

E: I know. When all this is over, let’s go get dinner sometime. Or coffee. Or cocoa, I don’t know, your pick.

B: Dinner sounds lovely.

E: Good. I’ll be back soon. I promise.

It was almost two months before he came home, and in the end, I never found out what happened on that mission. He doesn’t talk about it. It was 1956 before I got that dinner. And it wasn’t even dinner, it was lunch in a cafe in Paris. He was ranting the entire time about France. Nothing much has changed.


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God and my right #aph:england #arthurkirkland (Taken with Instagram)