"It's good to see you, old friend," he said, smiling ear to ear.
"The same to you, dear Ataf. What are you doing here?"
"I've been keeping an eye on the ships ever since you left. I couldn't let you arrive home without some greeting. Here, let me have your bag."
Ataf took my bag against my protests and led the way back towards town, talking all the way. I only caught about half of what he was saying as my mind wandered elsewhere.
People have been stopping me all day long, giving me their condolences and seeing how I'm feeling. If I have one more person say "sorry" or "how are you doing?", I'm going to scream. The only safe place for me to be is in my cubicle in the basement of the College. Only then do they leave me alone and stop their incessant questions.
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