YOU CAN NEVER KNOW FOR SURE WHEN SHE GOES AWAY. SHE DOES NOT PACK A BAG OR TIE HER HAIR DIFFERENTLY, AND THE WAY SHE TAPS HER FINGERS AGAINST HER THIGH IS ALWAYS THE SAME. THE ONLY DIFFERENCE IS A SLIGHT SHIFT IN HER EYES— BRIGHT WITH SOMETHING SAD AND LOVELY AND WONDERFUL ALL AT ONCE. AS IF HER TAPPING FINGERS HAVE KNOCKED ON THE DOOR OF HER SOUL.
SHE IS AWAKE.