When do you think you're leaving?" I asked.
"I don't know. Probably soon. Got what I came here for."
"Even though we didn't go back to your old house?"
"That was only part of it," he said. "Not the main thing."
A few more big flakes of snow drifted down from the starlit sky. "And what was the main thing?"
"This," he said. "Right here.

Auteur: Sara Zarr