Appointment With Love －－By Sulamith Ish-Kishor
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Six minutes to six, wow power leveling said the great round clock over the information booth
in Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction
of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His
heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it. In six
minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past
13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and
sustained him unfailingly.
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Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his
plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of
the enemy pilots.
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In one of his letters,cheap aion kinah he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and
only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear...all
brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you
doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.'" And he had
remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.
Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.
Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven
into a gray web. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing
a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they
had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had
frankly told him she was 30. "Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29.
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Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always
hated that writing-in habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a
woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the
bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her
address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone
on writing.
For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not
arrive she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.
But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of
course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what
I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that you
had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm
plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going
on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my
picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision.
Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that - whichever we choose..."
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One minute to six - Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.
A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim;wedding dresses her blond
hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and
chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.
He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he
moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.
"Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.
Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair
tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-
heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
