She called this afternoon. Could we come pick up our car?
Blink. No almost-three-week wait this time? Sure!
The rental people had said I could leave the car there and they’d get it; Richard was talking to them while I was hurrying off to get ours.
I paid the deductible, but they were closing early because that was their last task of the day, and I asked, “How do I get the key back to Enterprise?”
“You give it to me,” said a by-now familiar voice as he walked in behind me.
I joked to her, “I’ll see you next week,” and she, knowing what we’d gone through twice now, half-joked, “I don’t ever want to see you again.”