Last night, sitting on the front porch drinking beer with Darlene, trying to say good-bye, Kimchee, whom we'd allowed ourselves to think we'd ditched, came roaring around the corner in full intrusion, blathering about something in her half-Korean pidgin; I simply shouted her down with a funny story about a brave tomcat I once knew, and fled, never really having said good-bye to Darlene. So, thinking that she'd already gone, I walked back by her place this afternoon on my way over to Kristen's, and lo! there was Darlene sitting out on the front porch with her very agreeable sister-in-law, whom I had met once months ago, and whose name I remembered, and she remembered my name. So then, once and finally, Darlene and I gave one another the parting hug, and it was over.