“After she packed her few bags into the back of her car and hugged him, Rosalind never saw him again. After a few weeks it was like she’d never known him at all, like summer friendships she’d strike up as a child when the family stayed a few weeks at the beach or another city. The friendship was site specific. She couldn’t miss it any more than she’d miss the Eiffel Tower in her backyard. It was where it belonged, somewhere in the past.”
