"I'll walk around until meeting time," he said.
He finished his meal, drank the water slowly, savoring each drop, then went out.
HE headed for the hydroponic gardens. Joshua was there, a little older, his hair a little whiter, his shuffle more pronounced, but with the same kind crinkle about his eyes, the same slow smile upon his face.
And his greeting was the joke of old: "You come to steal tomatoes?"
"Not this time," said Jon.
"You and the other one."
"His name is Joe."
"I remember now. Sometimes I forget. I am getting older and sometimes I forget." His smile was quiet. "I won't take too long, lad. I won't make you and Mary wait."
"That's not so important now," said Jon.
"I was afraid that after what had happened you would not come to see me."