“You should know,” Appa said, “when you came in here and asked me if I was retiring, I was afraid you’d figured it out and were planning to tell me you wouldn’t do it. That you’d decided enough was enough and you were going back to the city tomorrow. And I hoped, just like I did the first time you left, that maybe I’d done enough to make you miss us, miss the restaurant, and Fort Lee, and everything we have here. Just hoped, without thinking about anything or trying to come up with ways to stop you. Just hoped.”
