It was while he was eating breakfast that Charles Douglas glanced at his newspaper and saw the date. He took another bite of toast and looked again and put the paper down.
«Oh, my God,» he said.
Alice, his wife, startled, looked up. «What?»
«The date. Look at it! September fourteenth.»
«So?» Alice said.
«The first day of school!»
«Say that again,» she said.
«The first day of school, you know, summer vacation's over, everyone back, the old faces, the old pals.»
Alice studied him carefully, for he was beginning to rise. «Explain that.»
«It is the first day, isn't it,» he said.
«What's that got to do with us?» she said. «We don't have family, we don't know any teachers, we don't even have friends anywhere near with kids.»
«Yeah, but. .» Charlie said, picking up the newspaper again, his voice gone strange. «I promised.»
«Promised? Who?»
«The old gang,» he said. «Years ago. What time is it?»
«Seven-thirty.»
«We'd better hurry then,» he said, «or we'll miss it.»
«I'll get you more coffee. Take it easy. My God, you look terrible.»
«But I just remembered.» He watched her pour his cup full. «I promised. Ross Simpson, Jack Smith, Gordon Haines. We took almost a blood oath. Said we'd meet again, the first day of school, fifty years after graduation.»
His wife sat back and let go of the coffeepot.
«This all has to do with the first day of school, 1938?»
«Yeah,'38.»
«And you stood around with Ross and Jack and what's his―»
«Gordon! And we didn't just stand around. We knew we were going out in the world and might not meet again for years, or never, but we took a solemn oath, no matter what, we'd all remember and come back, across the world if we had to, to meet out in front of the school by the flagpole, 1988.»
«You all promised that?»
«Solemn promise, yeah. And here I am sitting here talking when I should be getting the hell out the door.»
«Charlie,» Alice said, «you realize that your old school is forty miles away.»
«Thirty.»
«Thirty. And you're going to drive over there and―»
«Get there before noon, sure.»
«Do you know how this sounds, Charlie?»
«Nuts,» he said, slowly. «Go ahead, say it.»
«And what if you get there and nobody else shows?»
«What do you mean?» he said, his voice rising.
«I mean what if you're the only damn fool who's crazy enough to believe―»
He cut in. «They promised!»
«But that was a lifetime ago!»
«They promised!»
«What if in the meantime they changed their minds, or just forgot?»
«They wouldn't forget.»
«Why not?»
«Because they were my best pals, best friends forever, no one ever had friends like that.»
«Ohmigod,» she said. «You're so sad, so naive.»
«Is that what I am? Look, if I remember, why not them?»
«Because you're a special loony case!»
«Thanks a lot.»
«Well, it's true, isn't it? Look at your office upstairs, all those Lionel trains, Mr. Machines, stuffed toys, movie posters.»
«And?»
«Look at your files, full of letters from I960, 1950, 1940, you can't throw away.»
«They're special.»