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exchanged a few wordswith Saba instead. The poor beast couldn’t escape, and Maj-Britt saw her quietly lying there, suffering.
    Maj-Britt got up and headed towards the bathroom.
    â€˜Does your back hurt?’
    Would this person never learn to shut up?
    â€˜Why?’
    â€˜I just noticed you grimacing and putting your hand there. Maybe it’s something a doctor should have a look at.’
    Never in her life!
    â€˜Why don’t you just see about finishing the cleaning here and then pack up and leave. Then you’ll see how much better my back will feel.’
    She locked the bathroom door behind her and stayed in there until she was sure that the unpleasant little person had gone.
    But her back did hurt, she couldn’t deny it. The pain was always there, and it had been more pronounced lately. But never in her life would she consider undressing and letting herself be examined by someone who would touch her body.
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    The letter lay there. For days and nights, consuming every molecule of oxygen in the flat and making Maj-Britt long to get out of there for the first time in ages. She was incapable of throwing it away. She could see that it was a thick letter this time, considerably thicker than the first one. And it lay there like a reproach and shrieked at her day and night.
    â€˜You have no backbone, you fatty! You can’t resist reading me!’
    And she couldn’t either. When the refrigerator was empty and the pizza delivery had closed for the night,she had no more defences. Even though she didn’t want to read a single one of the words that Vanja had written.
    Hi, Maj-Britt!
    Thanks for your letter! If you only knew how happy it made me! Especially hearing that you and your family are doing well. Yet another sign that it’s the voice of the heart we should listen to! The last time I saw you, you were pregnant and I remember how you suffered at having to go against your parents’ will when you married Göran. It makes me so glad that everything worked out and that your parents finally saw reason. No one should die without resolving matters, it’s so hard for those who are left behind. If you only knew how I admired your decisiveness and your courage and I still do!
    I often think about our days growing up. Just think how different our situations were. At my house it was always a mess as you recall and we never knew what sort of state my father would be in when (and if) he came home. I never said it straight out, but I was so ashamed in front of the rest of you and especially you. But I also remember that you always wanted to come to my house to play, and you said you had a good time there, and that made me so happy. I have to admit I was a little scared of your parents. They talked a lot about the congregation that you all belonged to and how strict the rules were. At my house there really wasn’t anyone who talked about God. Something in between your house and mine would probably have been best, at least as far as spiritual nourishment was concerned!?
    Remember the time we played ‘doctor’ in your woodshed and that Bosse Öman was there? We must have been ten or eleven, I think, weren’t we? I remember how scared you were when your father discovered us and Bosse said that the game was your idea. I still feel ashamed that I didn’t take the blame myself that time, but we both knew that you weren’t allowed to play games like that so it probably wouldn’t have done any good. It was such an innocent game, the kind all children play. You weren’t at school for several weeks after that, and when you came back you wouldn’t talk about why you’d been gone. There was so much I didn’t understand because our families were so different. Like that time several years later, it must have been when we were teenagers, when you told me how you used to pray to God to help you take away all the thoughts you didn’t want to