The weekend arrived, Anya as always had a children's birthday to go to this time. It was Saturday, May 13, at 4:09 pm when the party started. It could have been a christening on Sunday morning, or a marriage of Brazilian and Norwegian, or one of the thousands of adult birthdays, Martin said. He drove her to the venue and picked her up without complaint.
In other words, they spent another weekend together, without fighting, without talking about the past, without charging anything. Anya sometimes said that when he wanted to take her to his place, he had no problem, after all, she understood that he needed some time alone sometimes, and maybe she did too, and tried to explain herself. He just agreed, and said yes, that if he had that need he would let her know, and vice versa.
Monday came
