It was Reese who drove Bianca home from the hospital. Her ex-wife looked tired after her physio session. She looked like she had run a marathon even after a shower and change. Reese wasn't sure how to start a conversation with her about everything that had happened after the last few days and the changes she had made to her plans, Bianca seemed too lost in her own thoughts.
In the end it was Bianca who broke the ice. She had been staring into the distance clearly deep in thought but now she was looking Reese's direction.
"So are you going to tell me about Saturday night?" Bianca asked wearing a small smile.
Reese smiled briefly back.
"Well I guess it's good news and bad news. But possibly the different way round for you than for me."
Bianca didn't respond to the Reese's self-deprication.
"So what's the good news?"
Reese took a deep breath.
"Maggie and I are going to make a go of it." she said.
"That is good news." said Bianca although she had already guessed that.
"That's not a little weird for you?"
"It is weird but I'm not going to stop you being happy… either of you. And the bad news."
Reese laughed.
"Well you probably think it's good news too. I know you mom will be pleased. We'll be going back to Paris."
"Okay." said Bianca; she couldn't pretend she was a little relieved by that news. "So when do you go?"
"Not until Maggie has finished helping David with his research and I have the cabin and a new commission to complete."
"You found work? When?"
"Last week. Opal asked me to have a look at her plans for Glamorama. I said I'd go through with them with her."
"Opal?"
"Yeah." said Reese. "I was going to ask actually, if you are not too tired, if we could maybe go home via the boutique. Opal wanted to talk about a few things... If not I could do it another day."
"No." said Bianca giving Reese a smile. "I don't mind a detour. I must admit I'm curious about Opal's new shop as much as the next person."
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