'How did it go?' he asked as they walked past the foyer window with the poem etched into the glass.
'Finebadly,' replied Thora. 'I honestly don't know.'
'You owe me lunch,' he said, opening the door for her. 'But since I'm a fair person and not at all hungry I'm quite prepared to accept it in kind.'
'How do you mean?' Thora asked, although she was well aware of the scenario that was unfolding.
They walked off in the direction of Hotel Borg.
Thora slipped out of the bed two hours later and got dressed. Matthew did not stir. She found paper and a pen on the desk, wrote a brief note to him and placed it on the bedside table.
She left the room without waking him, hurried out to the street and walked toward Skolavordustigur to fetch the car marked 'Bibbi's Garage.' She deserved the rest of the day off.
Her phone rang in her coat pocket and she answered it.
'Hello, Mom,' her son said cheerfully.
'Hello, darling,' replied Thora. 'How are you doing? Are you back home?'
'Yes, I'm here with Sigga,' he answered awkwardly. 'We're discussing names, like you told me to. Is Pepsi a girl's name or a boy's name?'
About the Author
Yrsa Sigurdardottir is an award-winning author of five children's novels who is also a leading Icelandic civil engineer directing one of the largest hydro construction projects in European unusual assignment for an Icelandic woman. When she is not working on-site (about six months of every year), she lives with her family in Reykjavik. Her second novel featuring Thora Gudmundsdottir,
