Sophia began packing today. Yesterday she did all her laundry and promptly left her freshly aired clothes outside in the morning fog. But that wasn't so much of an issue, was it? And when she no longer knew what to pack, she went for a long walk with Edgar.
"Will you miss me?" she asked, smiling but still looking at the sidewalk.
"Nope, not at all, I'm going to throw a party as soon as you're on the plane."
"I knew it!" She turned to him. "But it will be weird to have no more rambling conversations over wine and scotch."
"I know. That's why we aren't discussing that."
They walked back to Sophia's house, getting a little slower when they saw the wall with the stenciled ghost. It meant they had five more minutes. They didn't say anything, or maybe they did and it was just so unremarkable that it seemed like silence.
They said their goodbyes. It didn't seem like a goodbye. Sophia had said goodbye to so many people lately that it had lost its potency. It was too ritualized to mean anything when she was standing next to Edgar.
"I need to finish packing. I'm going to be on a plane in 24 hours."
"No you aren't, I'm going to barricade your doors and then you'll never leave."
"But I wanna gooooo, pleaaaasse?"
There were hugs. There were reassurances of visits. And then Edgar went home and Sophia continued packing.
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