himself a sandwich and ate it while looking out the window, keeping an eye on her, in case she left. He looked at his watch while chewing. Her appointment with Dr. Williamsen wasn't until two o'clock. She would probably have to stop for gas on the way, since she was running low, so she would need to go ten minutes before. He still had time to finish his lunch. He picked up the binoculars and watched as Ellen prepared herself to go out. She put on make-up and found a new maternity dress in the closet. After the doctor's appointment she was going to meet up with a friend for a cup of coffee. Thomas was looking forward to seeing the friend again. It had been months since they had last seen her.
Thomas chewed the ham sandwich and flushed it down with a soda. While Ellen went to the bathroom, Thomas ran to the hallway and grabbed his jacket. When he was back in the window, Ellen was putting on her jacket as well. He looked at his watch.
Right on time, sweetheart. As always .
Thomas put the binoculars in the inside pocket of his jacket, then stormed down the stairs and jumped into his car where he waited for Ellen to leave the house and get into hers.
11
November 2013
" I 'M RUNNING FOR City Council."
Christian dropped his fork into the spaghetti and meat sauce. "You're what?"
Lisa sat up straight in her chair. Out of the corner of her eye she could still see the small carpet she had put on the kitchen floor to cover up the marks made by the plumber's tools. She felt a breath of satisfaction and looked down at the meat sauce on her plate. He had gotten what he deserved, the bastard. Coming here and ruining her day and her floors. Making her be late for her appointment with her friends. "You heard me," she said.
Christian burst into laughter. "You're kidding, right?"
Lisa didn't laugh. She looked at her husband, sensing the furor rising in her once again. She inhaled deeply. "No, sweetheart . I'm not kidding. I'm dead serious."
Christian's smile froze. "You're serious? But … But Lisa. How? Why? The election is in two weeks. Nobody knows you. Is it even possible to announce your candidacy this late? I don't think it is. You're not even a member of a political party."
"I'll run as non-attached. People will like that. Something different. Someone with new thoughts and ideas."
"Mom," Amalie said. "What are you even talking about?"
"I'm talking about this city. I walked through it today with Margrethe in the carriage and there is garbage everywhere. I mean people are such disgusting pigs. You wouldn’t believe it. Not to mention how it looks down by the port. Somebody has to do something around here and it might as well be me." Lisa picked up her fork and spoon and swirled the spaghetti into a perfect sized ball and ate it. She had really outdone herself with the sauce this time. Christian had said so himself when they had started eating. The kids had agreed. Lisa told them she had used her secret recipe.
Christian stared at her like she had gone mad.
"Eat your dinner, sweetheart," Lisa chirped. "It's getting cold."
"So you're really doing this, Mom?" Amalie asked.
"Yes. Tomorrow I'm going to city hall and let them know. I sense I can make a big difference."
"But what about Margrethe?" Christian asked.
"I'll bring her with me. I'm thinking I'll have her on the pictures on the poster too. Makes me look trustworthy, don't you think? Appealing to the mothers."
"You're going to be on a poster?" Amalie said with a frown. Then she rolled her eyes. "That is so embarrassing."
"Well if I'm not on a poster, how will people know to vote for me?" Lisa asked. She looked at Jacob who had been quiet during the entire dinner. He had hardly eaten. "Jacob, eat your dinner," she said.
"I called the plumber today," Christian said. "To hear what was going on and when they intended to send someone out here."
Lisa stopped chewing and looked up. "Oh, and what did they say?"
"They said they already sent a guy. They said they