“Thank you again for bringing my car…” She’s trying to dismiss me in a polite way. I know her. “Do you want me to bring your stuff inside?” I offer. “No, I’m leaving in the morning, so it’s easier to keep it in there.” Why does it surprise me that every single time she opens her mouth, she reminds me that she’s going to Seattle? I keep waiting for her to change her mind, but it will never happen.

