On Friday afternoon, Vivian texted that she would be arriving between nine and ten, which was well past London's normal bedtime.

After receiving the text at work, I took a moment to wonder what, if anything, would be expected of me when she arrived, since London might not be awake. Would Vivian finally want to talk? Watch TV in the family room with or without me? Or would she head straight to the guest room? And what was I going to do all weekend?

I tried to repeat Emily's Zen mantra, but it didn't help. Part of me, I knew, was still trying to figure out how to please Vivian.

Old habits die hard.

With dance class off the schedule, I opted for another date night with London, with the idea of keeping her awake until Vivian arrived. I thought bringing her to dinner and a movie would be fun, and I was able to find a kids' movie that would end in time to have us home by nine. After that, London could hop in the bath and put on her pajamas, and with any sort of luck, Vivian would arrive right around then.

I revealed my plans to London when I picked her up from school, and as soon as we got home, she raced up the steps to start getting ready.

"You have plenty of time," I called after her. "We don't have to leave until five thirty."

"I want to start now!" she called back.

She was fully dressed by four and found me in the den, working on the computer, finalizing the still shots I planned to intercut in the dog commercial.

She'd chosen a white blouse, white skirt, and white shoes and stockings, her hair held back with a white headband.

"You look very beautiful," I said, mentally crossing off all Italian restaurants from the list of possible dinner destinations. A single slip and her outfit would be massacred.

"Thank you," she said. "But I don't like the Band-Aid on my forehead. Or my splint."

"I didn't even notice them," I said. "I'm sure you'll be the prettiest girl in the whole restaurant."

She beamed. "When are we going to leave?"

"We still have an hour and a half."

"Okay," she said. "I can go sit in the family room until we're ready."

"You could play with your Barbies," I suggested.

"I don't want to get my dress wrinkled."

Of course.

"What would you like to do?"

"I don't know. But I don't want to get dirty."

I thought about it. "Would you like to play Hoot Owl Hoot! again?"

She clapped her hands. "Yes!"

We played for an hour before I went to change. Like the last time, I donned slacks and a blazer, along with a stylish new pair of loafers. London was waiting for me in the foyer, and, trying to add a bit of ceremony to the occasion, I bowed before opening the door for her.

We had dinner at an upscale steakhouse and after a couple of minutes of adult-like conversation, London slipped back into little girl mode. We talked about Bodhi and her teacher and school and about the kind of fish she wanted in the aquarium.

Afterward, we went to the movie, which left London energized perhaps it was the Raisinets and eager to see her mom. Hurrying upstairs when we got back home, she quickly bathed and slipped into her pajamas.

Vivian arrived at the house not long after I'd begun to read. London jumped from the bed and ran down the stairs. I followed, watching as London threw herself into her mother's arms, Vivian's eyes closing in contented delight.

"I'm so glad I got to see you before you went to sleep," Vivian said.

"Me, too. Daddy and me went on a date. We had dinner and we saw a movie and we talked about my aquarium!"

"Aquarium?"

"For her birthday," I said. "How are you?"

"Good. That's a long drive, especially when it starts at rush hour."

I nodded, feeling strangely out of place. I motioned upstairs. "I've already read to her if you want to go up."

She faced London again. "Do you want Mommy to read you a few stories?"

"Yes!" London cried. I watched as the two of them climbed the stairs. And though I was in my house with my wife and daughter, I suddenly felt very much alone.

I retreated to the master bedroom. I didn't want to talk to Vivian, nor did I think she wanted that either. Instead, I read in bed and tried not to think about the fact that Vivian would be spending the night under the same roof.

I fantasized briefly about her sneaking into my bedroom and wondered what I would do. Would I acquiesce with the excuse that we were still married? Or even as a last hurrah? Or would I have the resolve that Emily showed when David had made a pass at her?

I wanted to think I'd be more like Emily, but I wasn't sure I was as strong as she'd been. Nonetheless, I had a feeling that neither of us would be happy afterward. I was no longer a part of her future, and it would only reinforce the hold that Vivian still had over me, despite all she'd done. Moreover, I suspected that I'd feel guilty. Because as I imagined making love to Vivian again, I realized with sudden clarity that what I wanted even more than that was for it to be Emily instead.

In the morning, I rose early and went for a long run. I showered, made myself breakfast and was on my second cup of coffee when Vivian found me in the kitchen. She was in long pajamas, a set I'd bought her for her birthday a couple of years back. She went to the cupboard and pulled out a teabag, then added water to the teakettle on the stove.

"Sleep well?" I asked.

"I did. Thanks. The mattress in the guest room is better than I remembered. But I might just be tired."

"Have you decided what you want to do with London today? After art class, I mean?"

"I don't want to do anything too demanding. She should still take it easy. We could go to Discovery Place, but I want to see what London wants to do."

"I'm going to the office," I informed her. "I want to get as much done for the plastic surgeon as I can, especially since he dropped everything to help London."

"Tell him thank you from me. He did a very good job. I peeked at it last night."

The teakettle whistled and she added hot water to her cup. She seemed to debate whether or not to join me at the table before finally taking a seat.

"There's something I need to tell you," I said. "About dance."

"What about dance?" Vivian took a tentative sip from her steaming cup.

I recapped everything for her, trying to keep it as succinct as possible, including the fact that London wasn't going to be allowed to dance at the recital.

"Huh," Vivian said. "And you told her that London was in the hospital?"

"I told her. It didn't matter. And then London told me straight up that she doesn't want to go anymore. She doesn't think Ms. Hamshaw likes her."

"If she doesn't want to go, then don't make her go. It's just dance."

Vivian gave an elaborate shrug. She spoke without the slightest acknowledgment of her previous insistence that London attend in the first place. There was no reason to bring it up, but it made me wonder whether I'd ever be able to understand what made Vivian tick. And whether I'd ever really understood her at all.

London came downstairs while we were still in the kitchen. She wandered over to the table, still dopey with sleep.

"Hi Mommy and Daddy," she said, giving both of us hugs.

"What can I get you for breakfast?" Vivian asked.

"Lucky Charms."

"Okay, sweetie," Vivian said. "I'll get it for you."

I folded my newspaper and stood, trying to mask my amazement at how easily Vivian had acquiesced to London's request for a sugary cereal.

"Have fun today, ladies," I said.

I spent nearly the entire day on the computer, finalizing everything I could do for the tech aspect of the plastic surgeon's ad campaign, aside from the posting of the patient videos to the website. I forwarded the information to my tech guy and also emailed reminders to the patients about filming on Tuesday.

It was nearly six when I finally looked up. I texted Vivian asking what time London would be going to bed because I wanted to read to her. Vivian answered immediately with the time. Because I'd worked through lunch, I grabbed a sandwich at the deli across street and decided to give Emily a call.

"Am I catching you at a bad time?" I asked, idly cleaning up my desk.

"Not at all," she said. "Bodhi's playing in his room and I was just cleaning the kitchen. How's the weekend going?"

"So far, so good. I was at the office all day. Got a ton of work done. I'm going to head home in a bit to read to London."

"I saw her today when I dropped Bodhi off at art. Vivian, too."

"How'd that go?"

"I didn't stick around to chat," she said.

"Good plan. I'll probably find a way to hide from Vivian after I read to London, too. No reason to press my luck. What are your plans for tonight?"

"Nothing. Finish cleaning the kitchen, watch TV. Maybe have a glass of wine after Bodhi goes to bed."

Unbidden, thoughts of making love to Emily resurfaced, as they had the night before. I pushed them firmly away.

"Do you want some company?" I asked. "After I finish with London? I could swing by for an hour or so. Maybe you can show me that painting you've been working on."

She hesitated and I was certain she was going to say no.

"I'd like that," she said instead.

I made it home just as London was getting ready for bed, and as usual Vivian and I slipped into our familiar roles. She read first, and then I went up to read to London. London chattered on about her day in addition to art class and Discovery Place, they'd gone to the mall and by the time I turned out the light, Vivian was already in the guest room with the door closed.

I knocked on the door and heard her voice from the other side.

"Yes?"

"I'm going out for a little bit. I just wanted to let you know, in case London wakes up. I should be back before eleven."

I could almost hear her asking Where are you going? in the silence that followed.

"Okay," she said after a moment. "Thanks for letting me know."

Emily had left a note tacked to the door, inviting me in and directing me to the back porch.

I moved quietly through the house, trying not to wake Bodhi. I felt a little like a teenager trying to sneak past my parents, and wondered if the child inside us ever truly left any of us.

Emily was barefoot tonight, in jeans and a red blouse, with her long legs propped against a low bench that lined the porch; a chair had been placed next to her. On the porch table stood an open bottle of wine and an empty glass; she held a half-full glass in her own hand.

"Perfect timing," she said. "I just checked on Bodhi and he's sound asleep."

"London, too."

"I got started without you," she said, raising her own glass. "Help yourself."

I poured and sat next to her. "Thanks for having me over."

"When a friend says he has to hide, my door is open. How is it really, though?"

I considered the question before answering. "We haven't fought, but we haven't seen much of each other, either. It's strange, though. It feels like there's this awkward heaviness in the house."

"Emotions are heavy things," she said. "And it's still early for both of you. How was London when you read to her?"

"She was fine. They had a good day."

"Do you think she knows what's going on yet?"

"I think she knows there's something different, but that's it."

"That's probably a good thing for now. It's hard enough to get through this stage without worrying about your child as well."

I nodded, knowing she was right.

"Do you sit out here a lot?"

"Less than I should sometimes I forget how pretty it is. I love seeing the stars between all the trees, and the sound of crickets." She shook her head. "I don't know... I guess I just get stuck in my routines. Which is why I still haven't gotten around to listing the house yet. I get lazy."

"I don't think you're lazy. We're just creatures of habit." I took a sip of wine, letting a comfortable silence settle between us. Finally, I said, "I feel like I should thank you."

"Why?" I felt her turn toward me, her eyes seeking me out in the darkness.

"For letting me come over. For talking to me on the phone. For the advice you give. For putting up with my confusion and whining. Everything."