Jazz had the music on low volume all the way home.
I went into my flat, removed the makeup, got into my PJ's and went to bed.
It had been a long day. Exhausting and long.
Saturday, when I woke, I checked my phone first thing. Dad had sent a mail. I answered his mail and updated to check if I'd received other.
A. E. Greene had sent me an email. What?
I opened the mail.
Dear Christina
Thank you for accompanying me yesterday.
A. E. Greene
That was one hell of a cold and impersonal mail.
You too?
I didn't answer, because what would I answer? If we had talked, then I might have said thank you for a nice evening. But we had barely exchanged a word with one another.
I rolled out of bed, I didn't bother shower, and what was I doing today anyways? Exactly, nothing.
I cooked breakfast, ate it standing and made some tea. With a mug of tea I sat down with my computer and spent those two hours on work which I'd promised Trisha.
After that, I googled those courses I was considering, and then I called it a day around two.
I was still in my pajamas.
I closed my laptop and went to my bedroom. I made the bed and lied down in order to read.