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Recognition

Darkside's father, Lord Malfoy, was the one who picked up the phone. Despite me saying who it was, and asking specifically to speak with "Darkside's mom", he didn't recognize me. (How many people call asking to speak with "Darkside's mom" instead of her actual name?) "Narcissa, it's ... Joanie ... for you...?" he said, passing me off to his wife.

"Hello, this is Narcissa Malfoy...?" she said, with the professional voice on.

"Hi, this is Joanie?"

"Oh, hi, Joanie!" she said, immediately warming up.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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