Lyle has not returned. Not last night, not this morning.
All are upset by this, but Grazie most of all. I assured her and the others that nothing can happen to him. (Left unspoken is my confidence, nay my growing conviction that the vision is true and cannot be thwarted).
I reminded them of Lyle’s history in similar situations. He always returns.
I decided to set an example and went about my normal duties. And urged them to do likewise.
I took Grazie with me and we reported for seed sorting. Over our work I picked up on our former conversation. I explained she need not fear losing us. In fact, they will all be removed from the coming storm.