Chapters (57)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Epigraph
- Prologue
- One
- Two
- Three
- Four
- Five
- Six
- Seven
- Eight
- Nine
- Ten
- Eleven
- Twelve
- Thirteen
- Fourteen
- Fifteen
- Sixteen
- Seventeen
- Eighteen
- Nineteen
- Twenty
- Twenty-one
- Twenty-two
- Twenty-three
- Twenty-four
- Twenty-five
- Twenty-six
- Twenty-seven
- Twenty-eight
- Twenty-nine
- Thirty
- Thirty-one
- Thirty-two
- Thirty-three
- Thirty-four
- Thirty-five
- Thirty-six
- Thirty-seven
- Thirty-eight
- Thirty-nine
- Forty
- Forty-one
- Forty-two
- Forty-three
- Forty-four
- Forty-five
- AUTHOR’S NOTE
- ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
- POPULAR BOOKS FROM THE ERA
- When We Meet Again
- A Conversation with Caroline Beecham about When We Meet Again
- Discussion Guide
- ABOUT THE AUTHOR
- What’s next onyour reading list?
“Here you go,” Ursula said, returning with two glasses. “You need to have more patience than Joan of Arc if you want to get a drink here.”
“What is it?”
“Gin fizz.”
“Thank you.” Alice took a sip and winced at the bitter taste. “What do we do now, dance?” she asked uncertainly.
“Not yet. First, you’ve got to watch. See those two over there?” Ursula indicated the opposite corner. “What do you make of them?”
One was potbellied, casually dressed and wore a battered fedora, while the other was in an immaculate three-piece suit and kept his head down, examining his cuticles as his companion talked animatedly in his ear.
“The one in the suit is the crime boss and the other one’s his henchman?”
Ursula rolled her eyes. “No, Alice. That’s Ted Ware, the new owner, and I’m pretty sure the one in the suit recently lost the club to him in a poker game.”
Alice grimaced. “What about those ones over there?” she asked, staring at three men drinking at the bar. “Are they crooks?”
“No. Isn’t it obvious? They’re policemen.”
“Oh . . .”
Ursula leaned nearer as she explained. “Look how close together they’re sitting, the way they’re using their hands to communicate—it’s evident they work together. And see the way they’re glancing at each other and then around them? They’re talking about something serious . . . but they don’t want to be overheard.”
Alice screwed up her face. “I don’t see it. Isn’t it just because it’s noisy down here?”
Ursula sighed dramatically. “See, you’re far too naive. I think this plan of yours is a really bad idea. And I’d have thought you’d have learned by now, Alice,” she added worriedly, “that you can’t trust anyone. Especially men.”
Alice thought again, as she had a hundred times, about Theo, and how disappointed she was in him. But this was a completely different situation.
She let Ursula’s frustration settle before she answered. “I told you, if Olive trusts Joe, then that’s good enough for me.”
“And you’re certain you won’t let Michael go with you?”
“Absolutely not, I’m not going back on my word.”