The rest of the weekend flew by. For the first time, Simone was not doing homework or study, Paul was winding down his Grade 10 and 11 classes, but preparing them for return in the Fall. There wasn’t much to do, no papers to grade, no additional materials to prepare, so he took Simone to a movie.
Classes only ran for two days, students were dismissed and Paul and Eleni spent two more days in the usual edu-rhetoric conferences, where edubabble and buzzwords abounded, personal development rubbish, and relearning how to sleep with their eyes open.
Simone went to work Thursday evening and Friday, Paul was alone, and when Eleni didn’t turn up, he read his book to the end, and remembered how fucking boring it was being home, alone, on summer break.
June became July and Simone enthused about looking for either an apartment or a condo. She searched the net for a real-estate agency with the right listing. Conversations were held about the parameters of such a search, it had to be close to the subway, preferably not far from where they were right now, and had three bedrooms with two bathrooms. Then came the price.