Here's what I do know:
Elizabeth did leave this morning, for a new chapter in her life. She trusts me a lot. I know she does because she left me with AN APARTMENT FULL OF FURNITURE to ship to her. She also left me with her debt. Wait, I don't trust me with that. And I don't even want to think about that part.
It's all good, though. I only have to pay her first month's rent, her deposit, her application fee, her hotel rooms, her gas, her food, her moving van, her extra month's rent at her current apartment (since we miscalculated her exit date), her ... I give up. I can't even begin to be able to add up all the expenses. Elizabeth is very kind about it all, though. She keeps saying 'thank you'. That's all that matters, I guess.
Here's what really does matter:
My daughter said 'goodbye' to us in a most unusual way ... She wrote us about 365 letters. One for each day that she's away. Well, it would've been 365 letters but she got tired after 150. Either she got tired or she only plans to be gone for half a year.
Know what Rick said?
"When did you do all this?" Know what Rick really wanted to say?
Never mind. We don't really need to know ...