Rummage through the drawer in my mind as fast as I can to find the words to tell her that I'm coming for her, I'm on my way back, that this is just the long way home.
"I will miss you though."
She gives me a tender smile and shakes her head. "No, you won't-" She shrugs. "I'm right around the corner and you're finally, for the first time in about five years, exaclty where you're supposed to be."
"Why do you like clothes?" she asked, trying hard to keep up. "They are just clothes." ...
I peered down at her, horrified by the question. "Becayse they're beautiful and when you wear them you turn beautiful too."
She frowned up at me and shook her head. "You don't need them to be beautiful."