Michael sat in a back booth, counting the days left before the holiday schedule kicked in.

Lena came over to his booth and slid onto the vinyl seat without taking off her heavy gray coat.

Michael pushed his empty coffee cup to the edge of the table.

He laid a freshly printed copy of the updated visitation draft in the clear space between them.

“This is the regular weekend rotation we talked about,” Michael said.

“All you have to do is sign the bottom line today.”

Lena looked at the single sheet.