“What if you’re wrong?” Gordon asked.

“I’m never wrong,” I said.

The sudden burst of protest that came from every corner and every mouth overlapped to the point that I couldn’t pick out individual words.

“Point-” I started.  I was talked over.

I rolled my eyes.  I was pretty sure at least half of them were doing it to try to be funny.

“Point taken,” I managed.

They stopped.

“Get it all out of your system?” I asked.

“It’s late, our sleep was interrupted, we’ve been on edge all week,” Gordon said.  “Thanks for that.  The laugh helped.”

...

The conversation was, I supposed, our way of touching base, leveling each other out, propping each other up.  Helen was being selective in what she said, letting me know she was glad to have me back in her peculiar way, but she didn’t need reassurance in the same way.

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