Eleanor froze.
She hadn't expected Julian to bring up anything personal in his own office.
"Julian, we already"
"We're not divorced. You haven't forgotten what Saturday is."
He didn't look up.
Eleanor remembered exactly what Saturday was.
Edward's seventieth birthday.
She understood him without needing an explanation.
Every year, Edward's birthday brought his old friends and colleagues out of the woodwork, and Eleanor's cooking was always the thing they remembered most.
"Fine. Understood."
Julian, already certain she wouldn't skip his grandfather's birthday, let the corner of his mouth lift slightly.
"That's all. You can go."
Eleanor left his office and returned to her desk still tangled in a knot of conflicting feelings.
She'd already decided to divorce him. And still, someho
