Handling the Undead (18 page)

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[CNN World News, 08.30 Swedish time]

... are now searching for explanations of the bizarre events in the Swedish capital. So far none have been found, but the simultaneous awakenings in different locations hint at a driving force. A military commander said this morning that a connection with terrorist activity cannot be ruled out ...

[Long shot of the Stockholm Forest Cemetery. The fence with the dead behind it, the military among the graves.]

[Spanish television 08.30]

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Cross cutting between images of the Forest Cemetery, the dead behind the fence, as well as the strolling pedestrians on Drottninggatan]

14 August II

The green force that drives the flower

Vallingby 11.55

When Anna had been gone for three quarters of an hour, Mahler started to worry. He walked out onto the balcony and scanned the courtyard, her apartment. A fatherly feeling-
what the hell is holding her up
-gripped him and he immediately suppressed it. Caring was the operative word here. Caring and understanding.

For the past few years he had been more of a co-parent than a grandfather to Elias. Perhaps he was trying to recapture what he had lost when Anna was little, when he was in the middle of his career . His babysitting and daycare pick-ups had allowed Anna to live with a measure of freedom that he thought she did not take full advantage of, but since he knew she resisted his advice-
don't you think it's a little late for that
-he tried not to judge her.

And it was probably all his fault anyway. Anna's inability to settle down, to hold onto a job or complete an education was a learned behaviour. And who had taught her this? Gustav Mahler, the career journalist.

They had moved five times during her childhood, every time he got a better job at a bigger paper. By the time Anna was nine and he finally landed a position as a crime reporter for
Aftonbladet
, Sylvia-Anna's mother-had had enough. She left him. But actually he was the one who had left her, much earlier.

So he had certainly taught his daughter how life should be lived.

She had studied psychology for six months and before she dropped out she had learned enough to be able to tell him it was all his fault. He agreed whole- heartedly, although he did not say this to her, since he believed that each person was responsible for his or her own fate. Theoretically, anyway.

His relationship to Anna was marked by ambivalence. He thought that she should stop making excuses, pull herself together and do something. He also thought it was his fault that she made excuses, and neither pulled nor did. Yes. He was entitled to think that it was his fault; she was not.

Mahler lit a cigarette and had time for a single drag before three men emerged from Anna's front door. He ducked down, crushing the cigarette on the concrete floor-

so the enemy won't see the smoke

-and listened attentively to hear if the men were approaching his door. No. They left the courtyard, conversing. He could not hear what they said. He tore off the blackened end of the cigarette and lit it again. Inhaled twice. His fingers trembled. They had to get out of here. Now.

He had unplugged the phone and turned his mobile off for fear that someone would call and say something that he would have to pay attention to. Just as he was plugging the phone back in to check the messages, the front door opened and he froze.

'Daddy?'

His fingers relaxed again. He pulled the cord out of the jack as Anna walked into the room, a suitcase in her hand. She put it down and walked over to the balcony window, peering out.

'They left,' Mahler said. 'I saw them.'

Anna's lower lip was bright red from nervous biting.

'They searched the entire apartment. Pushed away the Legos and looked under the bed.' She snorted. 'Grown men. They said that I should ... that I had to let them take care of him.'

'Who were they?'

'Police. And a doctor. They had a notice from the epidemi ... something. Told me that it was illegal to ... that it was dangerous for Elias.'

'You didn't say that he was here?'

'No, but .. .'

Mahler nodded, closed his laptop and collected the necessary cords. 'We have to leave immediately.'

'To the hospital?'

Mahler closed his eyes tightly and made an effort to keep his voice calm.

'No, Anna. Not the hospital. To the summer cottage.'

'But they told me .. .'

'I don't give a damn what they told you. We're going.'

When Mahler had finished packing up his computer and turned to walk into the bedroom, Anna was standing in front of the door with her arms crossed over her chest. Her voice was collected, cold.

'You are not the one who makes this decision.'

'Anna, can you move? We have to go. They could turn up at any moment. Take your bag.'

'No, you're not in charge. I'm his mother.'

Mahler's lips curled and he looked Anna straight in the eye as he said, 'I think it's wonderful that you suddenly feel such a great need to be a mother to him, which you haven't done much about for the past few years, but I intend to bring Elias with me. You can do what you like.'

'Then I'll call the police,' Anna said, and the ice in her voice started to crack. 'Don't you understand that?'

Mahler had the ability to manipulate people. If he had wanted, he could have used a mild voice and subtle accusations to get his daughter where he wanted in a couple of minutes. Out of kindness, or lack of time, he did not do this and instead gave his anger free rein-which he thought was fairer play. He put the bag on the table and pointed toward the bedroom.

'You just said that it wasn't Elias! So how the hell can you be his mother?'

It was like opening a vacuum-pack of coffee. Anna sank into herself a little and began to cry. Mahler cursed himself inwardly. Not fair play at all.

'Anna, forgive me. I didn't mean to .. .'

'You did.' She amazed him by straightening up and wiping her tears with the back of her hand. 'I know full well that you don't give a damn about me.'

'Now you're not being fair,' Mahler started to lose his grip and back-tracked. 'Haven't I been taking care of you this whole time? Every day .. .'

'Like a package, yes. Something to do. And now the package is in the way, and you have to move it. You have never done anything out of consideration for me. It's your own guilty conscience you're looking after. Give me a cigarette.'

Mahler stopped his hand half-way to his breast pocket. 'Anna, we don't have time .. .'

'We have time. A cigarette, I said.'

Anna took it and the lighter, lit up and sat down in the armchair, on the very edge of the seat. Mahler stayed where he was.

'What would you say,' Anna started, 'if I told you that this whole ti me T really wanted to be left alone? That I think it's been a complete drag to have you running in and out every day. I've been eating at the hot dog stand down on the corner, I haven't needed your food. But I let you do it so that
you
would feel better.'

'That 's not true,' Mah lcr said. 'You mean to say I should have let you lie there alone, day after day .. .'

' I haven't been alone. Some evenings when I felt up to it I've called someone I know and ... '

'Oh you have, have you?' Mahler's voice sounded more taunting than he intended.

'Oh give me a break. Each to their own. At least I've grieved for Elias. I'm not sure what you've been grieving for. Some kind of forlorn hope of atonement. But I'm not doing you any more favours.' Anna put out the half-smoked cigarette and walked into the bedroom.

Mahler stood motionless, his arms hanging at his sides. He was not abashed. What Anna said about him made no impact. It was possible that it was true, but he did not think so. The new information she had shared with him, however. .. He wouldn't have thought she had it in her.

Elias lay on the bed with his arms outstretched, a helpless alien. Anna sat on the edge with her finger in his curled fist.

'Look,' she said.

'Yes,' Mahler said and pressed his lips together in order not to add, 'I know.' Instead he went and sat down on the other side of the bed and let Elias curl his other hand around his finger. They sat like this for a while, each with a finger in his hand. Mahler thought he could hear sirens in the distance.

'What should we give him?' Anna asked.

Mahler told her about the salt. There was the germ of acquiescence in Anna's question, but he did not want to push it any further. Anna would have to decide now. As long as she didn't make the wrong decision.

'What about sugar?' she asked. 'A glucose solution?'

'Maybe,' Mahler said. 'We can try.'

Anna nodded, kissed the back of Elias' hand, coaxed out her finger and said, 'Let's go then.'

Mahler drove the car to the front door and Anna carried out Elias, wrapped up in the sheet, laid him on the back seat and crawled in after him. The car was a sauna after having been parked in the lot all day. Mahler rolled down both windows and popped the sunroof.

Up by the square he parked in the shade and half-ran to the drugstore. He placed ten packets of grape sugar and four bottles of lotion in a basket. A couple of syringes. He ended up lingering in front of the baby items. Then took several baby bottles as well. Made sure they were the kind with only one hole in the nipple.

He did not want to leave Anna and Elias in the car for too long, but the selection in the drugstore bewildered him. His gaze travelled over the shelves of band-aids, mosquito repellent, anti-fungal cream, vitamins and liniments. There must be something else that could help.

At random, he picked out a number of jars of vitamins and herbal remedies.

The lady at the register glanced at his body, then at the items he was purchasing. Mahler saw the cogs move beneath her businesslike mask, trying to see a connection between this amount of sugar, bottles, body lotion-and him.

He paid cash, took his over-stuffed single bag and was wished a nice day.

They were silent the whole way to Norrtalje. Anna sat in the back with Elias, in her lap, staring fixedly out the front with his finger in her hand. As Mahler took the turn-off to Kapellskar she asked, 'Why don't you think they will come looking out there?'

'I don't know,' Mahler said. 'I guess I'm hoping they're not so ... motivated. And it is more relaxing out there.'

He turned on the radio. There was no music on the public stations, only the commercial stations carried on as if nothing had happened. He kept P1 on for a while, but it added little to their knowledge. Eight reliving were still missing.

'I wonder what the other seven arc doing right now,' Mahler said, ;llld turned it off.

'Something similar,' Anna said. 'How can you really think we're doing the right thing and everyone else is wrong?'

Mahler lifted his gaze from the road in order to turn his head and look at Anna for a couple of seconds. Her question was genuine.

'I don't know if we are doing the right thing,' he said. 'But I know that they don't know either. In my line of work ... you would be amazed at how many times the authorities do something without knowing why, without knowing the consequences ... only so it will look as if they're doing something.' Now they were on their way he dared to ask something himself. 'Don't you think we're doing the right thing?'

Anna was quiet for a moment. In the rear view mirror Mahler saw that she looked down at Elias and a swift grimace flashed across her face. 'Can you open the window a little more?'

Mahler rolled down the window as far as it would go. Anna leaned back so far that her head tipped back over the neck rest. She spoke into the ceiling, 'Why doesn't he stop smelling?'