counter, she shut off the lights.
“Wait a sec,” she said, and poked around in the cash register, then: “No, I’ll count up tomorrow.”
We left the grill and walked quickly through the rain down Jernbane Alle.
“He’s never come by while I was working before. His name is Leif, he’s sick,” she said.
“But why did he take Mathias?”
She was about to cry, her voice shook: “To have something on me. How do I look?” She ruffled her hair, stepped under the awning at Jernbane Bakery, tried to catch her reflection in the darkened glass. “Don’t ever buy anything in here, I found a snail in a roll once. Shell and everything.”
“The duvet’s getting wet,” I said.
“We’ll hang it over something, come on.” She herded me along in front of her on the sidewalk. “Didn’t you even hear him? What were you doing while I was gone?”
“I just sat. And I swept underneath the counter. What’s the key to?”
“To a place out on Damhus Lake. I haven’t even been there, it was just because of this guy who called Vibse’s little brother.”
We turned the corner at Jydeholmen. We could hear music from inside the bar, something with funk bass. The door was open a crack, the smell of smoke and old carpets met us.
The man, Leif, sat up at the bar, his back to us. There was no baby in sight. She nodded at a round table off to the side, we sat down. I laid the duvet on my lap under the table. The duvet felt clammy, my uniform did too. Fortunately the radiator by the window gave off strong heat. The bartender came over to us: “What’ll it be?”
“Two beers and aquavit,” she said, and then to me: “I’m just about to faint. He spotted us.”
“Are you sure he’s the one who took Mathias?” I said, when the bartender had left.
“Yeah, it’s him.”
“Then why don’t you go up there and give him the key?”
“I need to sit for a minute. I’ve got to be calm.”
“Where do you think Mathias is?”
She shook her head, she had tears in her eyes. “He’s here somewhere. It’s so cruel.” I couldn’t help reaching over and putting a hand on her shoulder. Which caused the tears to run over. Meanwhile she smiled crookedly: “I used to run around with some real sickos, I was a big idiot.”
“What about your boy’s father?”
“He came from Køge. Originally,” she said, and wiped her nose with her arm.
The bartender brought the beer and two small glasses of North Sea Oil, the aquavit. We drank. It burned my throat. We both lit a cigarette, no smoke rings this time. I felt how tired my entire body was. My legs ached, I had been on my feet all day.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said.
“I’m Helle.”
“Helle,” she said. “That’s my sister’s name too. I’m Christina.”
“Yes, I heard. That’s my sister’s name too.”
“Really, it is? So we have the same name, that’s really strange. With a C?”
“Yes.”
“Really, that’s strange. My sister works on the Oslo ferry, she’ll be forty next month.”
“She must be a lot older than you.”
“Yeah, we have different mothers,” she said, and tears welled in her eyes again. She covered her mouth with her small fist.
“My sister is a reflexologist,” I said.
“I tried that once, it really hurt,” she said, from behind her hand.
We sat, nodded shortly. Took a few swigs of our beer.
“And I work out in Bakken,” I said then.
“I figured that out from your clothes, I’ve seen you walk by a few times. What do you do out there?”
“I sell tickets for the rides and stuff.”
“That must be fun.”
I shrugged my shoulders: “It’s only for the time being.”
“Me too,” she said. “I’m going to be a midwife. I’m starting high school equivalency classes next year.”
“That’s a really good plan,” I said.
He climbed down from the barstool, the windbreaker short on his lower back. He disappeared through the door to an adjoining room, maybe the bathroom was out there. She
“Wait a sec,” she said, and poked around in the cash register, then: “No, I’ll count up tomorrow.”
We left the grill and walked quickly through the rain down Jernbane Alle.
“He’s never come by while I was working before. His name is Leif, he’s sick,” she said.
“But why did he take Mathias?”
She was about to cry, her voice shook: “To have something on me. How do I look?” She ruffled her hair, stepped under the awning at Jernbane Bakery, tried to catch her reflection in the darkened glass. “Don’t ever buy anything in here, I found a snail in a roll once. Shell and everything.”
“The duvet’s getting wet,” I said.
“We’ll hang it over something, come on.” She herded me along in front of her on the sidewalk. “Didn’t you even hear him? What were you doing while I was gone?”
“I just sat. And I swept underneath the counter. What’s the key to?”
“To a place out on Damhus Lake. I haven’t even been there, it was just because of this guy who called Vibse’s little brother.”
We turned the corner at Jydeholmen. We could hear music from inside the bar, something with funk bass. The door was open a crack, the smell of smoke and old carpets met us.
The man, Leif, sat up at the bar, his back to us. There was no baby in sight. She nodded at a round table off to the side, we sat down. I laid the duvet on my lap under the table. The duvet felt clammy, my uniform did too. Fortunately the radiator by the window gave off strong heat. The bartender came over to us: “What’ll it be?”
“Two beers and aquavit,” she said, and then to me: “I’m just about to faint. He spotted us.”
“Are you sure he’s the one who took Mathias?” I said, when the bartender had left.
“Yeah, it’s him.”
“Then why don’t you go up there and give him the key?”
“I need to sit for a minute. I’ve got to be calm.”
“Where do you think Mathias is?”
She shook her head, she had tears in her eyes. “He’s here somewhere. It’s so cruel.” I couldn’t help reaching over and putting a hand on her shoulder. Which caused the tears to run over. Meanwhile she smiled crookedly: “I used to run around with some real sickos, I was a big idiot.”
“What about your boy’s father?”
“He came from Køge. Originally,” she said, and wiped her nose with her arm.
The bartender brought the beer and two small glasses of North Sea Oil, the aquavit. We drank. It burned my throat. We both lit a cigarette, no smoke rings this time. I felt how tired my entire body was. My legs ached, I had been on my feet all day.
“I don’t even know your name,” she said.
“I’m Helle.”
“Helle,” she said. “That’s my sister’s name too. I’m Christina.”
“Yes, I heard. That’s my sister’s name too.”
“Really, it is? So we have the same name, that’s really strange. With a C?”
“Yes.”
“Really, that’s strange. My sister works on the Oslo ferry, she’ll be forty next month.”
“She must be a lot older than you.”
“Yeah, we have different mothers,” she said, and tears welled in her eyes again. She covered her mouth with her small fist.
“My sister is a reflexologist,” I said.
“I tried that once, it really hurt,” she said, from behind her hand.
We sat, nodded shortly. Took a few swigs of our beer.
“And I work out in Bakken,” I said then.
“I figured that out from your clothes, I’ve seen you walk by a few times. What do you do out there?”
“I sell tickets for the rides and stuff.”
“That must be fun.”
I shrugged my shoulders: “It’s only for the time being.”
“Me too,” she said. “I’m going to be a midwife. I’m starting high school equivalency classes next year.”
“That’s a really good plan,” I said.
He climbed down from the barstool, the windbreaker short on his lower back. He disappeared through the door to an adjoining room, maybe the bathroom was out there. She
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