As it turned out, he didn't go anywhere that evening. The two girls were waiting in his room as they'd said, but had decided not to bother going to the other kibbutz. The truth was, there wasn't a spare car for them. He didn't like the idea of having to write down your name for a car which didn't even guarantee you the use of it. More like first come, first served. They stayed for coffee and a bit of television before leaving.
It was nice of her to ask he thought. Or was she just trying to be nice? He didn't dwell on it long. He'd gone through enough because of her and didn't need his head filling up with all kinds of crap again.

Monday came. It was his birthday which he tried to play down, as usual. No chance. Too many people knew. In the evening some of his bakery friends and his ex. turned up at his room bearing a cake and gifts. They said it was for his birthday and also because he was leaving. They gorged themselves on the chocolate cake and listened to one of the CDs he'd been given: Counting Crows' August And Everything After. He'd been meaning to buy the disc himself. He also received Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here. An apt title they said.