“Pardon. Sorry,” says Bo. “Excuse me. My–pardon me.” He’s squeezing his way through everyone, provoking many a glare, trying to keep track of the big tree on what was once the city park. Tall landmarks are like gold these days.

When he arrives, Linda’s already there, sandwiched between two obese women and trying uncomfortably not to touch either. She manages a smile.

“Hi,” he says, and smiles back, knowing they’d both like a little more privacy. That’s even more precious than tall landmarks, though. It’s a tight fit, with all 293 million of them, but nobody’s ever leaving Delaware again.