Someone called my name. It was him; he was standing by his car. I jogged over. I had to jog because walking was too slow. “Should we go?” “I wish I could.” He held up his phone apologetically. “Claire needs me to do some house stuff.” I nodded. I didn’t think I would repack carefully this time. Probably just throw everything in my suitcase. Also the rest of my life would be a slog and then I would die. Which is the case for many people. It’s no big deal.
