Suzy takes promise wholeheartedly; the reason why she cries every Saturday evening. Because in Suzy’s case, she is the one who gets to swallow a thousand needles every time promise is broken—every Saturday evening.

  It has become a routine, a part of her life that started a year ago in the middle of frigid autumn. Wake up an hour after dawn and take a strawberry scented bath. Bake chiffon and pastries before lunch and brew Lavender tea after lunch. At five in the evening, she will sit on one of the two chairs in front of her white wooden tea table which covered by lacy tablecloth—it was a present that goes along with,

  “I’ll be back for you on Saturday evening.”

  And as the cakes lost its sweets, the tea lost its warmth and the sun sets, Suzy will once again take promise wholeheartedly.