Sunday - October 4 | 38 days until the conference | 508 registrations

The weekend had been glorious. Driving home on Sunday night, Victor was sitting behind the wheel, feeling relaxed, listening to music. He felt almost as happy as when he had just met Denise and they would spend whole nights driving around the city in his first car, just because they could. Back then, it was a grass-green Opel Manta. Quite a contrast to the comfortable grey Volvo they were driving now.

           It was a clammy evening, so he had turned on the air conditioning. Up ahead he saw lightning flashes. Denise was dozing in the seat next to him, her head wobbling against the seat belt. The light from the street lanterns was shining on her relaxed face. They ought to do this sort of thing more often, he thought. Yesterday evening he had turned off his laptop and phone and decided not to turn them back on before Monday morning. They finally had some time for each other again, without all of those beeps and bleeps, which were so good at distracting them from what it was all about: real contact. They had talked, they had laughed, they had the best ever… he smiled.

           His wife’s phone rang and she was startled from her sleep. Drowsily, she looked at the screen and frowned. ‘No idea.’ With her eye on Victor, she picked up. ‘Denise VanWely?’

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           ‘Oh, hello Jacques, what a pleasure.’

           Victor looked at her. Jacques was calling his wife?

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Written by Gerrit Heijkoop & Paula Vos

 Narrated by Kevin Stillwell