Axel watched yet another plane take off, bound for some unknown destination. He had reached the end of the road. There was nowhere for him to go now.
It came as a relief, after hours of waiting, to feel at last the hand on his shoulder and hear a voice speaking his name.
Paula kissed Johanna on the cheek and then kissed her son on the head. She still couldn’t believe that she’d missed the whole thing. And that Mellberg had been here instead.
‘I’m so, so sorry,’ she repeated for the umpteenth time.
Johanna smiled tiredly. ‘I have to admit that I did my share of swearing when I couldn’t get hold of you, but I know it wasn’t your fault that you got locked in. I’m just glad that you’re all right.’
‘Me too. I mean, that you’re all right,’ said Paula, kissing her again. ‘And he is… amazing.’ She looked at her son in Johanna’s arms and could hardly believe that he was here. That he was actually here.
‘Take him,’ said Johanna, handing him to Paula, who sat down next to the bed, rocking the baby in her arms. ‘What are the odds that this would be the day Rita’s mobile would fail?’
‘I know. Mamma is completely devastated,’ said Paula, cooing to her newborn son. ‘She’s convinced that you’ll never speak to her again.’
‘Hey, she couldn’t help it. And I did find somebody to help me, after all.’ She laughed.
‘I still can’t get over it,’ said Paula. ‘You should just hear Bertil out in the waiting room with Mamma. He’s sitting there boasting about what a “splendid boy” our son is, and how great you were. If Mamma wasn’t in love with him before, she definitely is now. Good Lord.’ Paula shook her head.
‘There was a moment when I thought he was going to run away, but I have to admit that he’s made of stronger stuff than I realized.’
As if he’d heard them talking about him, Bertil knocked on the door and then appeared in the doorway with Rita.
‘Come in, come in,’ said Johanna, motioning to them. ‘We just want to see how you’re all doing,’ said Rita, going over to Paula and her grandson.
‘Of course. It’s been all of half an hour since you were here last,’ said Johanna, teasing her mother-in- law.
‘We just want to see if he’s grown any. And if he has a beard yet,’ said Mellberg, beaming, as he hesitantly approached, gazing tenderly the baby. Rita regarded Bertil with an expression that could only be interpreted as love.
‘Could I hold him again?’ Mellberg asked.
Paula nodded. ‘Sure, I think you’ve earned it,’ she said, handing him her son.
Then she leaned back and watched as Mellberg studied the baby, and Rita studied both of them. And she realized that, even though it had occurred to her that it might be nice for her son to have a male figure in his life, she had never really pictured Bertil Mellberg in that role. But now that she was actually facing the possibility, she thought it might not be such a bad idea after all.
Chapter 50
He’d taken a chance that Erik would be at home. He thought it was important that they have a talk before he left for Norway. He trusted Erik. There was something sincere, something honest behind his rather reserved facade. And Hans knew that he was loyal. That was what he was counting on most of all. Because Hans couldn’t ignore the possibility that something might happen to him. He was going back to Norway, and even though the war was over, he couldn’t predict what might happen to him there. He had done things, unforgivable things, and his father had been one of the foremost symbols of the evil the Germans had done in his country. Now that he was going to be a father, Hans needed to think of all the eventualities. He couldn’t leave Elsy without a protector. And Erik was the only person he could think of who might fill that role. He knocked on the door.
Erik was not at home alone. Hans sighed to himself when he found Britta and Frans in the library as well. They were listening to records on Erik’s father’s gramophone.
‘Mamma and Pappa won’t be home until tomorrow,’ Erik explained as he took his usual place behind the desk. Hans stood in the doorway, hesitating.
‘I was actually hoping to talk to you in private,’ he said, looking at Erik.
‘What sort of secrets do the two of you have?’ Frans teased them, draping one leg over the armrest of the chair he was sitting on.
‘Yes, what are your secrets?’ Britta repeated, smiling at Hans.
Erik shrugged and got up. ‘Let’s step outside for a moment,’ he told Hans, heading for the porch. Hans followed, carefully shutting the door behind him. They sat down on the bottom step.
‘I have to go away for a few days,’ Hans said, poking at the gravel with the toe of his shoe.
‘Where are you going?’ asked Erik, pushing up his glasses, which kept slipping down his nose.
‘To Norway. I need to go home and… take care of a few things.’
‘Okay,’ said Erik, showing little interest.
‘And I want to ask you a favour.’
‘All right.’ Erik shrugged his shoulders. From inside the house they could hear the music playing on the gramophone. Frans must have turned up the volume.
Hans hesitated. Then he said, ‘Elsy is pregnant.’
Erik didn’t reply. He just pushed up his glasses again. ‘She’s pregnant, and I want to apply to the authorities for permission to marry her. But first I need to go back home and take care of things. So, if… if something happens to me… Will you promise to look after her?’
Erik still didn’t speak, and Hans waited nervously for his reply. He didn’t want to leave without knowing that someone he trusted had promised to help Elsy.
Finally Erik said, ‘Of course I’ll look after Elsy. Even though I think it’s unfortunate that you’ve put her in this situation. But why are you worried that something might happen to you?’ He frowned. ‘You should be welcomed back home as a hero. Why would anyone criticize you for fleeing when things got too dangerous?’ He turned to look at his friend.
But Hans ignored the question. He stood up and brushed off his trousers.
‘Of course nothing is going to happen. But just in case, I wanted to tell you about it. And now you’ve made me a promise.’
‘Okay, okay,’ said Erik, getting up too. ‘Do you want to come inside and say goodbye to the others before you go? My brother is home too. He got back yesterday,’ said Erik, his face lighting up.
‘I’m so glad to hear that,’ said Hans, patting Erik on the shoulder. ‘How is he? I heard that he was on his way home, but that he’d had a rough time of it.’
‘Yes, he did.’ A shadow passed over Erik’s face. ‘He had a rough time. And he’s very weak. But at least he’s home now!’ he said, his face lighting up again. ‘So why don’t you come inside and say hello. The two of you haven’t met yet.’
Hans smiled and nodded as he followed Erik back inside the house.
Chapter 51
