It took my man a whole day to get his wits back, so to speak. But when he woke up, he was a different man. It was wonderful. He wasn't distrusting, cynical or unfriendly anymore. Frank woke up on the couch, where he was lying under a blanket, as if he had only taken a nap. I had washed him and made suren there were no signs of our earlier “disagreements” in the house.

Everything was clean and it seemed we had allways been the regular couple nextdoor. Frank stretched his arms and legs and yawned.

“Did I sleep all afternoon or what? I feel like I ran a marathon, and needed a lot of sleep. Now I feel good again.”He rubbed his eyes and got up to drink some water.
"You slept quite a while, but that's okay, you worked so hard lately. I guess you needed it.” I was making diner in the kitchen and he stood behind me, and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“You're the best, Mandy.” I kissed him on the cheek, a little carefull, and he stroke my hair. When diner was ready, we sat by the table.
“We haven't seen my parents for a while, maybe we can visit them this weekend.” I suggested. Frank shrugged, and I thoroughly enjoyed the sight of this relaxed, intelligent and handsome man. “But if you want, we can also do something else you like.”
“We can do both. Saturday we visit you parents, and Sunday we... say, go to Allamanton Parc, to do a nice hike.” Frank said with his mouth full of fish.
“That's great. I like it.” We smiled at eachother. After we put the dishes in the dishwasher, Frank walk towards me, and hugged me.

“You're just so wonderful, Mandy.” He whispered in my ear, and I got goosebumps all over my body. “You're allways sweet and doing things for me, like making me a delicious diner. I feel like I don't reward you enough.” I giggled and turned around. “Mandy, mandy, my mucho magical Mandy.” Frank said with his lips against mine. I felt my body respond immediately, after it had been ignored by him for so long.
“Are you... I mean, do you feel good enough to... well, aren't you too tired?” I asked shyly. Was this real, or was he playing some devious act? Maybe he didn't mean all these sweet words and was he seducing me, and suddenly he'd kill me out of revenge. But in his eyes, all I could see was love.
“Of course I'm not too tired, silly. You give me energy!” He breathed on my shoulder. We ran to the couch and I landed on top of him and kissed his neck, his chest and all the way down. We hadn't had so much fun in months. We slept close to eachother that night.

The week went by fast, and we had a great time at my parents house, talking and playing games. Frank looked energetic and happy, and I wondered if maybe this whole dark episode in my life couldn't better be over. As I saw it now, I didn't really need this maniacal side of me. I was contend, and calm.

Then Sunday came. We got up early, and drove to Allamanton Parc in my car. It was a two hour drive, and my car didn't go that fast, so it even took us two and half. In which Frank took all his time to ask me what had happened to his car. I said I'd used it once and that some stupid old lady had crashed into it on an intersection in town. I'd brought it to the garage where it was still standing, but it wouldn't take that long.