I quietly moved the massage table and everything else I needed into her bedroom without waking her. Next, I cooked dinner for us. I remembered how I enjoyed cooking dinners for my ex-wife Debbie, before our relationship fell apart. It feels like I’m married again, with Eve. After she woke up, we shared our meal. I arranged a rental in the building that I owned, close to her job, which I could see made her quite happy. We did some clothes and furniture shopping for her and came back home. We sat down for a moment in the living room and I told her she should probably call her parents to let them know she was OK, so they didn’t worry. She reluctantly agreed, turning on her cell phone. I listened to her end of the conversation. “Hi Dad… Dad… Dad, stop shouting. Dad… I’m fine… I’ll explain, if you just calm down… Dad, you’re not giving me a chance to talk. No, I’m not coming back tonight… No… Look Dad, I called you to let you know I’m fine and… I’m going to hang up if you don’t let me… No, I rented an apartment.
