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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.