“I thought you’d never come here again,” I said. “Every time I see you, you say the same thing,” she said, laughing. As always, she sat down next to me at the bar and rested both hands on the counter. “But I did write you a note saying I wouldn’t be back for a while, didn’t I?” “For a while is a phrase whose length can’t be measured. At least by the person who’s waiting,” I said.
