“Safe travels, Mr. G,” she said. “You’re heading for the North Sea. I thought you might like to see it. Then you can choose where you want to go: France or Belgium. Holland. Or go north and visit Scotland, if you like. You always said you wanted to visit, to see where your ancestors came from.” She stood and brushed out her dress as she lit a cigarette and watched the little boat meander through the water, utterly at the whim of the current. “Be safe,” she called. “I will miss knowing you’re in the world.”
