Tate began to move off along the drive. Julian walked alongside him.
“I’d really like to stay and walk with you, but my friends are throwing me this ridiculous welcome home party and I have to go. Maybe another time?”
“I know all about uncomfortable welcome homes,” Tate said. “Yeah, sure, maybe another time. See ya, Mister, ah, Julian.”
“Bye, Tate,” Julian said and watched as Tate wheeled himself off down the bumpy road. The questions of how and when, where and why came back. Julian turned and walked to his car, still wondering.
* * * *
“Ah, here he is, the man of the hour!” Craig announced as Julian made his way into the living room. There was an immediate round of applause, and Julian was inundated with hugs and kisses from the assembled crowd. He did his best to be gracious, despite his underlying feelings of irritation.