Her voice is always loud and sharp, but now it is shriller than usual in order to be heard above the howling wind.
Kerstin curtsies, positions herself in silence in front of the table, and waits until everyone’s eyes are on her. She thinks about her older sister over in America.
Then she places the bundle she has brought with her on the table, right in front of Sven Karlsson.
“Good evening, sir,” says Kerstin loudly, unfolding the blanket. “I have something here… something you appear to have lost.”
4
Joakim’s third morning in the manor house at Eel Point was the beginning of his last completely happy day for many years-perhaps ever.
Unfortunately, he was too stressed to register how good he felt.
He and Katrine had had a late night. Once the children had gone to sleep, they had walked through the south- facing rooms on the ground floor, pondering how their different personalities could best be brought out in their choice of colors. White would of course be the base color throughout the whole of the ground floor, both on the walls and ceiling, while the wooden details like cornices and doorframes could vary from room to room.
They had gone to bed at half past eleven. The house had been silent then, but a couple of hours later Livia had started calling out again. Katrine had merely sighed and got out of bed without a word.
The whole family got up just after six. The horizon in the east was still pitch black.
The great winter darkness was drawing closer, Joakim realized. Only two months to go until Christmas.
The family gathered at half past six in the kitchen. Joakim wanted to make a quick getaway to Stockholm, and had finished his cup of tea almost before Katrine and the children had sat down. As he placed his cup in the dishwasher, he saw an orange strip of light from the sun, which was still hidden by the sea, and higher up in the sky the V-shaped formation of a flock of birds, bobbing slightly as they flew out over the Baltic.
Geese or cranes? It was still too dark to see them clearly, and he wasn’t very good at identifying birds in flight.
“Can you see those birds out there?” he said over his shoulder. “They’re doing just what we’ve done… moving south.”
Nobody answered. Katrine and Livia were munching their sandwiches; Gabriel was drinking concentrated baby rice out of his bottle.
The two lighthouses down by the water rose up toward the sky like two fairy-tale castles, the south tower regularly flashing its red glow. From the panes of glass at the top of the north tower came a fainter white light that didn’t flash.
This was slightly odd, because the northern lighthouse hadn’t shown a light before. Joakim leaned closer to the window. The white glow might have been a reflection of the sunrise, but it appeared to be coming from inside the tower.
“Are there more birds moving south, Daddy?” said Livia behind him.
“No.”
Joakim stopped looking at the lighthouses. He went back to the breakfast table to clean up.
The migrating birds had a long journey ahead of them, just like Joakim. He would be driving some two hundred and seventy miles today, to pick up the last of their possessions
from the house in Bromma. He would stay the night with his mother, Ingrid, in Jakobsberg, then drive back to Oland the next day.
This was his last trip to the capital, at least for this year.
Gabriel seemed bright and cheerful, but Livia looked as if she was in a bad mood. She had got up with Katrine’s help, but was still sleepy and quiet. She was holding her sandwich in one hand, elbows on the table, staring down into her glass of milk.
“Eat up now, Livia.”
“Mmm.”
She certainly wasn’t a morning person, but when she got to nursery school she usually cheered up. She had changed to an older playgroup the previous week, and seemed happy there.
“So what are you going to do at nursery school today?”
“It’s not a nursery school, Daddy.” She looked up at him with a truculent expression. “Gabriel goes to nursery school. I go to
“Preschool,” said Joakim. “Isn’t that right?”
“School,” said Livia.
“Okay… so what are you going to do today?”
“Don’t know,” said Livia, staring down at the table again.
“Are you going to play with a new friend?”
“Don’t know.”
“Okay, but drink up your milk now. We’re off into Marnas soon… to school.”
“Mmm.”
By twenty past seven the sun was on its way up over the horizon. Its yellow beams were feeling their way cautiously across the calm sea, without giving any warmth. It would be a sunny but cold day-the thermometer on the wall of the house was showing plus three degrees.
Joakim was out in the courtyard scraping frost from the
windows of the Volvo. Then he opened the back door for the children.
Livia settled herself in her child seat with Foreman in her arms. Joakim fastened Gabriel into the smaller seat beside her. Then he got into the driver’s seat.
“Wasn’t Mom going to wave us off?” he asked.
“She’s gone to the bathroom,” said Livia. “She’s gone to do a big one. She likes to sit there for a while when she does a big one.”
Livia had quickly cheered up after breakfast and become more talkative. Once she got to playgroup, she would have tons of energy.
Joakim leaned back in his seat and looked at Livia’s little red two-wheeler and Gabriel’s three-wheeler, standing out in the courtyard. He noticed the bikes weren’t locked. This wasn’t the big city.
Katrine came out a couple of minutes later, turned off the light in the hallway, and locked the door behind her. She was wearing a bright red winter jacket with a hood and blue sweatpants. In Stockholm she had usually dressed in black, but here on Oland she had begun to go for roomier and slightly more colorful clothes.
She waved to them and gave the red-painted wooden wall next to the door a friendly pat. Lack of sleep had smudged dark shadows beneath her eyes, but she still smiled toward the car.
Their manor house. Joakim waved at Katrine and smiled back.
“Okay, let’s go,” said Livia from the back seat.
“Go! Go!” yelled Gabriel, waving goodbye to the house.
Joakim started the engine and the headlights came on, illuminating the house. A thin layer of glittering frost covered the ground, an early sign of winter. He would soon have to change over to studded tires.
Livia quickly pulled on her headphones so that she could listen to the adventures of Bamse the bear-she had been
given a tape recorder of her own, and had quickly learned how the buttons worked. When there were songs on the tape, she let Gabriel listen too.
The route to the main coastal highway was a gravel-covered track running between a small, dense deciduous wood and a ditch running along the bottom of an old stone wall. The track was narrow and twisting, and Joakim kept his speed down, gripping the wheel firmly. He hadn’t gotten to know all the bends yet.
Out by the main highway their new metal mailbox was hanging on a post. Joakim slowed down and looked to see if there was any sign of lights from other cars. But everything was dark and silent in both directions. Just as deserted as the opposite side of the road, where a yellowish-brown bog extended into the distance.
