#Leonie is a woman in her 40s, she could be your neighbor. After her divorce, she builds her new life. With neighbor Mandy she has dinner appointments of the good kind: Mandy cooks! Love also comes around the corner again, with all the consequences that this entails..

Eventually, she sent Mandy a message saying she'd make it tonight. At 7:30, Judith knocked on the door. She had a shopping bag with her. “I got you some groceries, you sounded confused, and I didn't know if it was a flu or something. I thought: maybe you're too sick to go to the shops”. Judith walked the bag to Leonie's kitchen and put it on the counter. She took out a couple of bananas, a pack of orange juice, some biscuits. “But I don't think you have the flu,” she said to Leonie, who had stayed in the doorway. “No, it is not,” Leonie said in a hostile voice. Leonie repacked himself and walked confidently into the kitchen. “Do you want coffee?” she asked Judith. That nodded.

When they were sitting in the living room together, Leonie made an attempt to tell Judith what was going on. But it just didn't work. She couldn't get the words out her mouth. So she left in the middle what exactly was playing and hinted them towards the children and Erik and his new girlfriend. That she had been lying awake almost all night and therefore had not been able to come to work. Judith felt that she shouldn't ask any further, so she started talking about her vegetable garden and that she had sown the peas and the capuchins this week. She got so excited about that, that the weird feeling that was hanging between them soon disappeared. Leonie had nothing to do with gardens, let alone a vegetable garden, but she always thought it was funny how excited it got Judith. And honestly, she got some of the harvest from Juith's vegetable garden and those were the most delicious peas she had ever tasted.

At nine o'clock Judith left again, and Leonie sat alone on the couch again. Why didn't she trust Judith with her worries? She was sure that Judith would deal with it confidentially and not react strangely. Yet something had kept her from telling her. Leonie decided it was because she was in the denial phase herself. An hour later, she was still on the couch. And yet she had to lose her story! She kept walking in circles with her thoughts, she needed someone else's input. She grabbed her cell phone and appapped Ilse. Immediately she got nervous. Help! Help! What if she responded? Maybe Ilse was already in bed or she was busy with other things and she stopped looking at her phone. Part of Leonie hoped for that.

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