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“Brеndа, I рrоmіѕе I’m not going to dо аnуthіng tо mаkе it worse. I don’t knоw whаt’ѕ gоіng tо hарреn wіth thіѕ job, but іt doesn’t mаttеr. We’ve gоt еnоugh savings to get uѕ through untіl I fіnd ѕоmеthіng else. Truѕt me, okay? I’m nоt gоіng tо leave you аll аlоnе wіth a kіd to rаіѕе аnd a mоrtgаgе tо рау. I рrоmіѕе.” “That’s аll I nееdеd tо hеаr. Gеоrgе is gоіng tо be up ѕооn, ѕо I’ll let you thіnk аbоut what I’ve ѕаіd.”

So I will stick to lying. "I promise"

She looked stressed, and I detested that I was the reason for her trouble. "Sheila," I figured out how to croak out. "I really want you to guarantee me something." She inclined right up front, her fragrance folding over me like an encouraging cover. "Anything," she murmured. "On the off chance that I don't make it," I said, each word a work, "you really want to stand out. They'll require you like never before." I saw tears framing in her eyes. "Kloss, don't-" "Guarantee me," I demanded.

“I’m going all out.” I pause, then with absolute certainty…. “And I’m going to make sure I win.”

I said, choosing each word with the care of someone making a commitment they intend to honor completely, "and if there is any path through this camp that I have any influence over — you come with us. That is not a qualified promise. That is what will happen." "How can you be sure of that?" Not a challenge — a genuine question about the reliability of what she was being offered. "Because I will make it physically and practically impossible for anyone to argue otherwise," I said. "Which, given what I am apparently capable of and what I understand about my own stubbornness, is a considerably more reliable guarantee than most people's careful promises." The sound from the other side of the wall

"I promise." We hugged tightly. We would be fine.

"You are safe here. Nobody will lay a hand on you. I guarantee it." She swallowed, trying to dislodge the lump, swiping at a tear on her cheek.

"I'm not going to let anyone hurt you. I promise." And that was something I never did.

"I like that." "I'm just trying to protect my family," I said, my arms still crossed. "So, are you willing to put it in writing or not?" He leaned forward, his eyes locked on mine. "I'll do better than that," he said, his voice low and persuasive. "I'll give you a guarantee. If you agree to my proposal, I'll make sure your grandmother gets the best care available. And I'll put it in writing, just like you want." I hesitated, unsure if I could trust him. But something in his eyes made me believe that he was sincere. "Okay," I said finally, my voice barely above a whisper. "But I better not regret this."

He assures with upmost certainty. ###################