"Okay," she says, but her voice gets stuck in her throat, and the word is far too soft, cracking a little around the 'k'.

Of course he does. Even if he's angry with her, and she could hear it in his words before, he's still making sense. He's another person making sense, and the more people who make sense, the firmer the ground under her feet feels.

(She still wants to cry.

After this phone call, she thinks she might.)



"Okay," she repeats. "I'll be in not tomorrow, but day after. I don't know the time yet."