"Goodness, my young lady," she says. "Goodness, how I missed you." She grasps my face. "I missed you, as well. I'm so sad about—" "Stop. You don't have anything to be sad for." "You lost your activity as a result of me." She shrugs. "I got another. Furthermore, it's you that I miss." "I miss you, as well." "Your mom did what she needed to do." I would prefer not to consider my mother. So I glance around for Olly, who's remaining off out yonder.