Nell hates Goodbyes

Me: Don’t look so sad.

Nell: It’s far too early for a conversation.

Me: Herr Hoffmann’s been up for hours making bread. It smells wonderful.

Nell: We’re not usually involved.

Me: We’re up early because Shel’s flight to Vancouver leaves at 2pm so he has to catch an early train.

Nell: I don’t like it when people leave.

Me: Nobody does, but he’ll be back in April.

Nell: That’s months away.

Me: You had a lovely lunch with him at the Cottage Hotel yesterday.

Nell: It wasn’t just me, though, was it?

Me: I didn’t know Gladys was in your handbag.

Nell: I told David not to put her in there.

Me: It was rather naughty.

Nell: Gatecrashing lunch like that.

Me: At least the llamas stayed at home.

Nell: Not even David can fit a llama into a handbag.

Me: True.

Nell: It was nice to be back at the Cottage Hotel.

Me: Yes. I’m looking forward to my writing retreat next week.

Nell: I beg your pardon?

Me: I’m going to the Cottage Hotel. Chris and Shannon are treating me to it.

Nell: You never told me.

Me: I did. I wasn’t able to go last year because of my cancer treatment. Remember?

Nell: Ah yes. Well, that is a good thing.

Me: Yes.

Nell: Dogs are allowed to stay at the Cottage Hotel.

Me: I know, but only in certain rooms and not in the restaurant.

Nell: And?

Me: And it’s a writers’ retreat.

Nell: My name is on the title of the book.

Me: Yes.

Nell: The conversations are with me.

Me: You’re needed at home while I’m away. Someone has to run the household.

Nell: You’re not going today, are you?

Me: No. It’s not until 2nd Nov.

Nell: I hate goodbyes.

Me: Yes. Sorry.

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