She was sitting on the wall, watching the road for him, when he appeared. He was alone, which was disappointing, but not unexpected; but he was cleaner than he should be, given the time he had been gone.
She called out, “Found someone?”
“A village, three days north. Maybe a hundred people. Larry Pell is there.”
Moments later, she met him at the gate. “Larry, from your work?”
“Is he still fat?”
He laughed. “Thinner than me. And more serious than before.”
She kissed him, and held tight as if to keep from falling over. “I know the feeling.”