“I wonder what’s taking Tommy, Mack, and F.C. so long,” Charlie complained to Fred. They said they’d leave their marks prominently displayed when they got here.”
The five old friends, having parted forty years ago due to circumstances beyond their control, had promised then that they’d get together on Veterans’ Day this year at exactly this spot, and that each would write his name where it could be easily seen.
“Maybe there’s been a mistake, or a delay because of traffic,” Fred reminded his friend, as they stood atop the boardwalk, waiting patiently for the others to arrive.