It was difficult returning to our mundane life after our weekend high.
She would remain in town for the weekend and Howie scheduled a cook out in her honor at his place.
Perhaps the weekend respite from the jury box had lessened Fred's apprehension.
Howie didn't like the arrangement but realized we couldn't commute back and forth every weekend and maintain a life.
Thus satiated, the Deans were early to bed as the weekend ended, not for sleep or sex, although the later thought crossed the Mr.'s mind, but more as a private escape from being nice to the guests.
We managed the weekend in between together, mostly catching up on domestic chores; Friday night in the downstairs laundry room of my apartment.
For all you gadabouts and tourists used to driving hither and yon, a weekend trip to New England is a piece of cake.
Fred was back to worrying not only about Martha, but his duty with the reconvening jury after the weekend hiatus.
He offered an exchange for a later getaway weekend at Bird Song for the man and his wife.
The conversation slipped back to our New York life with our sojourn in New Hampshire relegated to a fun, if bizarre weekend with friends.