The Saturdays became a structure.
Not formal — nothing was written down or agreed through lawyers. It was simply the shape that formed when two people in an unusual situation made consistent choices about how to fill the available space.
Leonardo came on Saturday mornings. Usually between ten and ten-thirty, which was, Camila came to understand, the earliest he could reliably extract himself from whatever the week had accumulated at its edges. He was always on time within that range. She started planning around it without deciding to.
They went to parks, mostly. Daniel had completed his systematic survey and had opinions, which he communicated with the authority of a small urban planner. He preferred the one near the Avenida for the climbing frame, the one near the waterfront for the pi
