Becky closes the door, checks to make sure it's locked, and hands the key to Mary.
This chapter closes.
And yet the wind is scudding the leaves. It's really fall, and I pick up my bags, which seem to have multiplied since I arrived.
The car doors close with a hollow thunk, and the afternoon feels empty as Becky drives to the bus stop.
We hug quickly, and I think we both might want to cry, but our eyes stay dry. All the sadness sticks in our throats.
"Come back. I mean, come to visit."
"Come see me."
"I'll see what I can do."
"I'll miss her. I mean, I'll miss you."
And I mean them both.