Back Until We Meet
Chapters (37)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Dedication
  4. Acknowledgments
  5. Chapter One
  6. Chapter Two
  7. Chapter Three
  8. Chapter Four
  9. Chapter Five
  10. Chapter Six
  11. Chapter Seven
  12. Chapter Eight
  13. Chapter Nine
  14. Chapter Ten
  15. Chapter Eleven
  16. Chapter Twelve
  17. Chapter Thirteen
  18. Chapter Fourteen
  19. Chapter Fifteen
  20. Chapter Sixteen
  21. Chapter Seventeen
  22. Chapter Eighteen
  23. Chapter Nineteen
  24. Chapter Twenty
  25. Chapter Twenty-One
  26. Chapter Twenty-Two
  27. Chapter Twenty-Three
  28. Chapter Twenty-Four
  29. Chapter Twenty-Five
  30. Chapter Twenty-Six
  31. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  32. Epilogue
  33. Discover More
  34. About the Author
  35. Reading Group Guide
  36. Author Essay
  37. Discussion Questions

Tom found a new word to share with you—“bespoke.” So you can add that to your list, though if you use it in Brooklyn, people might look at you funny. It’s the British word for “handmade.” As in, “The scarves you made for Tom and me over Christmas were bespoke.” I tried to find words to rhyme with it, and though Tom initially teased me, his competitive side—silent but deadly—came out and he made some woefully inaccurate attempts. But, after putting our heads together and setting the ground rule that the most authentic rhyme would be dual syllabic, we arrived at a few: “awoke, provoke, revoke.” We challenge you to try all of those in a sentence!

Enclosed, you will find a birthday gift. “But you don’t know when my birthday is,” you will protest. And the lady doth be right. However, I looked at my calendar and I realized that we’ve been exchanging these letters for nearly half a year. Half a year—can you believe it? Anyway, I have either missed your birthday entirely, in which I apologize and sent this belatedly, or I am impressively early. I’ll hope for the latter.

It’s a photograph taken of John, Tom, and myself about two weeks before we lost John. Mrs. Brown borrowed a camera from the schoolteacher in Chilton Foliat, who had one as a matter of hobby. When she’d discovered John’s love for it, she asked him to take a picture of her and Mr. Brown for their fortieth wedding anniversary, as they’d never had one done together. Then she turned the camera on the three of us.

Not having the opportunity in this small town to develop the film, we were at the mercy of the schoolteacher to have them printed once he’d finished the roll, and we’ve only just now received them back.

This is my only copy, and to be honest, I was half tempted to keep it for myself. But not only is it in safer hands with you—because who knows what the next few months will bring for our sorry souls. Take good care of it for me. I have every intention of surviving this war and snatching it back from you when, at last, I get to return to home’s soil and meet you in person.