her ears.
Peter sighed and leaned back in his chair.
"That was low, Rebekka and you know it."
"Okay, I didn't mean that, but I can't see
the big deal about this. All I want is to check the place out, that's all. And
so what if I happened to find something interesting to write about? This story
is interesting. It's the first case of organ theft in our country. It's
important."
"Organ theft?" Julie said.
"What's organ theft?"
Peter gesticulated, resignedly. "Now look
what you've done. Do you really want your daughter to know about these kinds of
things? Do you want her to have bad dreams about organ thieves at night?"
"Of course not," I said.
"It's just because you want your newspaper
to have to write the story so you can call your little boyfriend and have him
come up here and take pictures for you, isn't it? You want to be with him
instead of being here with us? Then go ahead."
Peter got up from the table and left the kitchen
slamming the door. I felt so infuriated. Why did I have to ask about that
place? Why couldn't I just keep my big mouth shut? Why did he have to be such a
prick about it?
"Mom, what is dad talking about? Are Sune
and Tobias coming up here?"
"No sweetie. They're not coming. Daddy was
just talking nonsense. He didn't mean any of it. Don't worry. Eat your
dinner."
"Are you and daddy going to be separated
again?"
I smiled and stroked her hair. My beautiful
daughter. The last couple of years had been confusing for her. It was time to
give her some stability. If I wanted to be with Peter, then I would have to be
more sensitive to his jealousy and make sure I didn't hurt him. "No
sweetie. No we're not. We're together now and that's not going to change. You,
dad and I love each other very much. But all couples have a fight now and then.
That's just the way it is. It'll pass. We'll be friends again soon. Just wait
and see."
"So, you'll tell him you're sorry?"
She asked.
I looked into her blue eyes and sighed. "I
guess I have to, don't I?"
"That's what our teacher tells us to do
when we're fighting. The one who says sorry first is the winner."
I laughed out loud. "I guess she's right.
At least she's the bigger person, right? The smart one."
"It's smart to say you're sorry,"
Julie said and finished her food.
I drank my wine thinking about what Peter had
said. Why had it infuriated me so much what he had said about Sune? Could it be
because he was right?
I shook my head and put the glass down. No it
was absurd.
13
August
2012
The sex was
amazing. Martin had never been with anyone this
exciting. Not only was she gorgeous, especially without clothes, but her body was
so flexible they could do it in positions Martin had only dared to dream about.
It was like she was a gift from above, sent to make up for all the bad sex
Martin had to live with from his wife.
Or maybe she was sent from the devil. Either
way, Martin had the night of his life with this girl and after she left him
with a see you next time you're in town big
boy , Martin fell into a heavy sleep immediately.
He even dreamt about the sex and the girl and in
the dream she told him she wanted to stay here with him, that she never wanted
to leave him again.
"I think I love you," he whispered out
in the darkness, then opened his eyes and realized it was just a dream. Martin
closed his eyes again hoping to be able to go back to that warm place of utter
happiness, of complete joy that he had been in. He never wanted to leave it
again. When he was with her, he didn't think about Marie or the screaming kids.
There were no hanging breasts, there was no screaming wife yelling at him for
never taking part in anything, for him never being there when he was needed. No
there was nothing but him and … her. Him plunging into her voluptuous breasts,
licking her thighs and the silky skin on her stomach that was so flat and not
bumpy like Marie's.
Just him and her .
Just him and Barbara.
Martin looked at the door to the hallway of the
hotel and realized