She'd put so much thought into the journey that after weeks of posing and planning, it grew to mean nothing at all. What to wear and what not to say, and what he'd like best after spending a decade among people she didn’t know. How to throttle guilt with the quick hands and dry sensibility of a butcher, thinking nothing but dumb cow, or, only chicken.

It was a rough beast, any way you sliced it.

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