Let’s go to sleep.”The weekend was filled with a mix of sightseeing and wedding plans. Grace snuck off at one point on Saturday with Bjorn as he t...ok her to pick up Mac’s wedding ring from Ole Lynggaard Jeweler’s. It was a textured yellow gold band. Simple, yet sophisticated. She hoped he would like it. He didn’t strike her as the type of guy who would wear an elaborate ring.On Sunday, Grace and Mac signed the prenuptial agreement. Grace insisted that she didn’t want Mac’s tiny house in Queen’s. The sky is gradually blackening. Night is fast moving towards us. I stand here before the glass-shaped wall, goggling outside when in fact I am so lost and disappeared into secret thoughts of my own. When I wheel around, I find that Mason has completed up dressing. His father is toasting his fifty-eight birthday tonight at some hotel here in town, and we have a duty to make merry with him close to his cheery and loving side. We can go now, Emma. Are you okay anyway? Mason asks me in a composed. I had made good use of my time off from the Market, spending most of everyday with Carolyn and her brother and sister. Every morning we'd take the little kids to the playground and let them run themselves completely out of energy. Once we got them back home for their naps, Carolyn and I had at least two hours of quiet and privacy to make love, and cement our budding relationship. I usually took her somewhere in the evenings, out to dinner, or to the movies. Twice we had gone back to the Bolling. It was one of the relationships that the woman wouldn’t call the cops or anything. Bob finally talked her into coming home and said she could stay with them until she got settled and found a job.At this time, Linda and I were empty nesters. We both had good jobs, although Linda’s was part time, and she really didn’t have to work because I made a good buck being a food scientist. Most times, during the warmer weather, we would be naked too, since no kids were around and had many a play time in.