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we’re going to be very happy here. I can just feel it.”
The realtor approached them. “So, I take it you like it?”
“We love it,” Christine said. “We love the house, the yard with all its flowers. We love the street, the island, everything.”
The realtor smiled even wider, probably at the prospect of making a lot of money, Christine thought to herself. But she didn’t care. Jacob’s business made good money now, and it was time for them to live a little.
“It’s ready to be moved into right away,” she said. “It’s been empty for quite awhile. So, do you want to sleep on it or…”
Jacob looked at Christine, whose eyes were begging him.
I love this one. I love it. Let’s just take it. Oh, please say we’ll take it. Don’t start talking about the price. Just take it.
“I say we finish the paperwork right away,” he said. “We’re ready to put in an offer.”
18
July 2014
I T WENT WRONG from the very beginning. Morten picked me up in his car at nine o’clock. He parked on the road and I jumped in. I leaned over and kissed him. His kiss felt emotionless, slightly reluctant.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
Morten drove onto the road. He snapped at me. “No, nothing is wrong. Why would you say that? Why do you always assume something is wrong?”
“I don’t know. You just didn’t seem very happy to see me,” I said. The disappointment was eating at me. I had been looking forward to seeing him, and then he showed up angry? Wasn’t he looking forward to this as much as I was? Maybe he was just worried about the meeting with the chief of police.
“I brought a little something for the trip,” I said, and held up a thermos with coffee. “I also brought some of my home made cake.”
Morten hardly looked. His silence made me nervous. I grabbed a piece of the cake and ate it, hoping Morten wouldn’t see me. He knew I was an emotional eater, and that I had gained a lot of weight over the last year, due to all the stress and emotional turbulence I had been through. He also knew I was trying to lose a couple of pounds and tried to support me. It was just so hard for me. Going through all the stress I was right now, I simply couldn’t keep to a diet. Maybe I didn’t really want to. Maybe I liked to have this. It had sort of become my thing. Eating made me happy.
“Do you want me to pour you some coffee?” I asked. “I brought cups.”
“It’s a little dangerous to pour hot coffee while we’re driving,” Morten said. “Wait till we’re parked at the port waiting for the ferry.”
I shrugged. “Okay.”
Silence broke out between us. An awkward long silence.
What is wrong with him? Did I say something? Did I do something?
“So, did you have a nice evening with Jytte?” I asked.
Morten answered with a grumble.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” Morten exhaled. “She’s giving me a hard time. That’s all.”
“A hard time? How’s that?” I asked, and stuck my hand into the bag and found another piece of cake.
“You don’t want to know.”
I bit my lip. I hated how he always excluded me when it came to his daughter. Anything else in his life, he would include me and tell me everything, even ask for my advice. Even when it came to his work. But, as soon as it was her, I had no business. It frustrated me. When you love someone, you want to be a part of every area of their life. Not just some of it. This was obviously bothering him enough to make him moody and ruin our trip. So, why couldn’t I know what it was?
“Maybe I do,” I mumbled, while looking out the window. The port was coming up ahead of us. There were a lot of cars already waiting for the next ferry. The trip across to the mainland only took twelve minutes, and the ferry left three times an hour, so many of the people living on the island had jobs on the mainland and took the trip every morning to go to work.
“What was that?”
Morten drove into a lane and parked the car. I could see the
The realtor approached them. “So, I take it you like it?”
“We love it,” Christine said. “We love the house, the yard with all its flowers. We love the street, the island, everything.”
The realtor smiled even wider, probably at the prospect of making a lot of money, Christine thought to herself. But she didn’t care. Jacob’s business made good money now, and it was time for them to live a little.
“It’s ready to be moved into right away,” she said. “It’s been empty for quite awhile. So, do you want to sleep on it or…”
Jacob looked at Christine, whose eyes were begging him.
I love this one. I love it. Let’s just take it. Oh, please say we’ll take it. Don’t start talking about the price. Just take it.
“I say we finish the paperwork right away,” he said. “We’re ready to put in an offer.”
18
July 2014
I T WENT WRONG from the very beginning. Morten picked me up in his car at nine o’clock. He parked on the road and I jumped in. I leaned over and kissed him. His kiss felt emotionless, slightly reluctant.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
Morten drove onto the road. He snapped at me. “No, nothing is wrong. Why would you say that? Why do you always assume something is wrong?”
“I don’t know. You just didn’t seem very happy to see me,” I said. The disappointment was eating at me. I had been looking forward to seeing him, and then he showed up angry? Wasn’t he looking forward to this as much as I was? Maybe he was just worried about the meeting with the chief of police.
“I brought a little something for the trip,” I said, and held up a thermos with coffee. “I also brought some of my home made cake.”
Morten hardly looked. His silence made me nervous. I grabbed a piece of the cake and ate it, hoping Morten wouldn’t see me. He knew I was an emotional eater, and that I had gained a lot of weight over the last year, due to all the stress and emotional turbulence I had been through. He also knew I was trying to lose a couple of pounds and tried to support me. It was just so hard for me. Going through all the stress I was right now, I simply couldn’t keep to a diet. Maybe I didn’t really want to. Maybe I liked to have this. It had sort of become my thing. Eating made me happy.
“Do you want me to pour you some coffee?” I asked. “I brought cups.”
“It’s a little dangerous to pour hot coffee while we’re driving,” Morten said. “Wait till we’re parked at the port waiting for the ferry.”
I shrugged. “Okay.”
Silence broke out between us. An awkward long silence.
What is wrong with him? Did I say something? Did I do something?
“So, did you have a nice evening with Jytte?” I asked.
Morten answered with a grumble.
“What was that?”
“Nothing.” Morten exhaled. “She’s giving me a hard time. That’s all.”
“A hard time? How’s that?” I asked, and stuck my hand into the bag and found another piece of cake.
“You don’t want to know.”
I bit my lip. I hated how he always excluded me when it came to his daughter. Anything else in his life, he would include me and tell me everything, even ask for my advice. Even when it came to his work. But, as soon as it was her, I had no business. It frustrated me. When you love someone, you want to be a part of every area of their life. Not just some of it. This was obviously bothering him enough to make him moody and ruin our trip. So, why couldn’t I know what it was?
“Maybe I do,” I mumbled, while looking out the window. The port was coming up ahead of us. There were a lot of cars already waiting for the next ferry. The trip across to the mainland only took twelve minutes, and the ferry left three times an hour, so many of the people living on the island had jobs on the mainland and took the trip every morning to go to work.
“What was that?”
Morten drove into a lane and parked the car. I could see the
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