All right-- she's come and gone on the first of two trips. The only things left are a poster and her bicycle.

And it was, as I'd hoped, a non-event. She isn't interested in talking, and I'm calm and friendly as can be.

I find myself looking at her in wonder-- is this the person who's caused me so much grief? Do I even know her?

I'll see her again when she comes back for the rest... and then that will be the end of it. Permanently.