Goodbye

She closes the book with a satisfied grin on her face. "Did you learn anything new?"
"I understand how different technical parts of the story contribute to the depth of it. I guess that's cool."
"That is very cool indeed. You must be exhausted. You can stay the night, if you'd like, just until the snow quiets down and the path clears."
"No, no, I appreciate it but I need to go back home so I can use all this information for a project." It hurts you to say these words. You don't want to leave, it is so warm in here, and so cold out there! But you don't want to burden her or be delayed in your project.
"As you like. I hope your project goes well. I don't believe I caught your name..."
You tell her your name.
"You'll be in my thoughts. Now, here are some cookies," she hands you a muslin bundle tied neatly with some twine, "for your journey back. You have a good head on your shoulders, you know. I think you will do just fine in life."
You weren't expecting a motivational speech, but you are still touched by her sentiment.
"Thank you, ma'am, and thank you for your time. Maybe I will visit you again." You honestly hope that you do.
She smiles and opens the door.
The air outside is thin and the snow is settling down. You realize you never asked for her name.
"Hey, what is your -"
 No one is there to hear your words. The door has already been shut, and the fire inside has already been extinguished.