She heard the shuffling of his feet a split second before the door opened.  For the first time in years, the two looked at one another and both felt the tension.  Duyi Koay appraised the woman in front of him and immediately detected sadness.  Gone was the brightness of those eyes that once shone, not with innocent youth, but curiosity and the desire for insight. Meadow appeared to him as her old teacher thought she might.  Still pretty and appearing in good health, he nevertheless detected the faint stooping of the shoulders and the weariness on her countenance. “If you had not left your note, I might very well be in cardiac arrest at this moment,” he said with a smile. Meadow moved to him…