By Karin Alvtegen
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Otherwise we’ll probably have to ask Louise,’ she said. ’ He didn’t answer, just opened the bag and took out the buns. ’ Marianne Folkesson buzzed the intercom at exactly the appointed time. During the minutes that had passed between the cake tray and the intercom, they had discussed a mouldy smell underneath the bathtub. Alice claimed that it appeared every time water ran down the drain, and that her sore hip started bothering her when she tried to clean it. Jan-Erik had once tried to convince his mother that he should arrange for some cleaning help for her, but as usual she wouldn’t hear of it.
He was in a foul mood by the time he was walking up the two flights to Alice Ragnerfeldt’s flat. Marianne Folkesson wouldn’t be arriving for half an hour. He had made a point of getting there in good time to ensure that his mother was not drunk before he let a stranger into the flat. After two short rings he fumbled for his keys, but then she opened the door. That was a good sign. She was dressed, her hair combed, and she was apparently sober. ’ He stepped into the hall and hung up his coat. Everything seemed to be in order.
She said. The sobs she had been trying to suppress took over completely. His reaction was instinctive – he gave a slight laugh. ’ She hid her face in her hands and sobbed harder. He sat stock still, waiting. He had never seen her cry before, had no idea what it meant or how he was expected to react. Minutes passed. Minutes in which she cried and he desperately tried to cope with the situation. Naturally he should get up, take the few steps round the table and embrace her. Try to soothe her pain.