[Twenty years ago, the Piemaker's father performed a similar disappearing act. But he had the indecency not to mention it at the time. There are worse things than people you love leaving you. Being horrifically tortured, for one. Being dead.

The Piemaker bends down over his dough, frowning]

I know.

I just hoped that. You know.

You might have considered staying. But I realize that was a selfish wish and I'm happy for you. Not that you're leaving but for you.