Sacrifice (8 page)

Someone clinking a glass brought all the conversations to a halt, and all eyes scanned the room for the source of the sound. The course leader had stood up.

‘I just wanted to check that we're all gathered together. I have a question I'd like you to think about, and that is whether you might consider extending the day by two hours tomorrow so that we can squeeze in all the scheduled events. I'm afraid that, otherwise, we would have to cancel the stress management lecture.'

According to the programme the course was supposed to be over at lunchtime. She had promised to pick up her mother at three and drive her to the cemetery.

‘All those who would consider staying please raise your hands.'

Almost everyone's hand went up. Åse's too. The only other person besides Monika at their table who didn't was Mattias. Åse noticed, remembered her responsibility as driver and lowered her hand.

‘So you're in a hurry to get home?'

Monika didn't have a chance to reply before the course leader continued.

‘It looks as though most of you don't mind staying, so that's what we'll do. As for now, I wish you a pleasant dinner.'

Åse had a frown on her face.

‘Wait, I just have to check on something.'

She got up and left without further explanation. Mattias drank the last dregs from his glass.

‘I'd like to skip the stress management and have a few free hours at home instead. I know the others I drove up here with are also in a hurry to get home.'

So he had shared a lift too. He must belong to the group that Åse had told her about when they first started their trip on Thursday morning. Monika decided that it was the first and last time she wouldn't bring her own car. If she ever drove to a course again, which under the present circumstances she strongly doubted, she would make sure she wasn't dependent on someone else. It was out of the question to call her mother and postpone the visit to the cemetery. She had already used up what little grace she had left.

Åse came back and sat down in her chair.

‘No, it didn't work out, their car was already full. I thought you might be able to ride with the others from the city if you were in a hurry, because they're leaving early too. But it doesn't matter, I'll skip the stress management too.'

That part of the course was the reason Åse had come in the first place, and now it was Monika's fault that she would miss it. How she hated these eternal visits to the grave. She wished she could have told Åse that it didn't matter; that she would stay the extra
two hours if it was important. But she knew what that would mean. Weeks of indignant silence as her mother managed to amplify Monika's guilty conscience, wordlessly accusing her of always thinking of herself first. And when her mother came so close to the truth, life was intolerable. Her only way out was to beg and cajole her to get things back to normal. She wouldn't be able to manage that now. Not now that she had decided to risk confessing everything to Thomas. It was either-or.

‘I'd love to be able to say that I can stay, but I have to make a house call on a patient tomorrow afternoon.'

She felt herself blushing and pretended that she'd got something in her eye to have a chance to hide her face. She sat there on her chair, lying, and once more it was clear. She was incapable of making sacrifices, while Mattias never hesitated.

‘If you're in such a rush to get home, you can take my place in the other car, so Åse can stay for the stress management. I can't imagine that Daniella will start talking precisely before four o'clock.'

It was hard to acknowledge the gratitude she felt.

‘Are you sure?'

‘Absolutely. I just wanted to go home, but it was nothing important. I'll stay and ride back with Åse.'

And so the decision was made.

Nothing had changed around them. Everything looked just as it had the moment before. Sometimes it's quite astounding how a crossroads that will change a person's life isn't noticed at the moment it appears.

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he had stayed in bed for two days. Not for a second had she dared to sleep. The only times she managed to get up were to empty her bladder and open the balcony door for Saba. All her energy went into keeping the thoughts at bay. Like malicious insects they invaded her reality, and she flailed wildly to keep them off her. Vanja's memories and insinuations forced her again and again to the periphery of the world she had made her own. A flat of sixty-eight square metres or an illuminated circle of light with a sharply defined perimeter. A limited area formed by the interpretation of the truth that was tolerable. Out there everything was white. A white void where nothing existed. But now she found herself time after time standing at the very edge of the illuminated circle facing the whiteness, and suddenly she realised that something was moving out there, that there was more. In all that whiteness outside it was suddenly possible to discern shadows. Shadows of something that would not quite materialise but was coming closer and closer.

Vanja's letter was burned to ashes on the balcony. And yet it hadn't helped. Vanja was a mentally deranged woman who recounted events that had never happened, and distorted beyond recognition what might
have occurred. All the other thoughts and speculations that had been recounted to Maj-Britt were so repulsive that she wished she had never read them. Even though her own relationship with God had been fairly strained, even non-existent, she definitely did not intend to blaspheme. And that was precisely what Vanja did! She blasphemed so terribly, and since Maj-Britt had read her words, she was guilty too. She had to get Vanja to stop sending those letters. Not even the consolation of stuffing something in her mouth remained as an escape for her. And during the past week that pain in her lower back had been so intense that it made her feel nauseous.

It was two days since she fell out of bed and Ellinor had rescued her. Today Ellinor would be coming back. Maj-Britt had decided during the night what she would do to be rid of her obligation and the hint of atonement that had resulted. She had already undressed. In only her underwear she now lay waiting for Ellinor to arrive. Once Ellinor saw her disgusting body she would back away in repugnance and lose her power. She would be ashamed of her reaction, which she would not be able to hide, and thus Maj-Britt would regain the advantage and her right to display her loathing.

Writing paper and a pen had been lying on the night-stand for twenty-four hours, right next to the note with Ellinor's mobile number, and no matter how much it went against the grain, she was forced to admit that it felt good to have that note lying there. If anything should happen again.

She detested that feeling.

The fact that Ellinor could offer her something that she didn't want.

Four crumpled-up attempts at letters lay on the floor. Saba had sniffed them curiously a couple of times before realising how pathetic they were and losing interest. Her hatred for Vanja was so strong that the words wouldn't come. What she had done was unforgivable. To crash into a world where she was not welcome and turn everything upside down. To lay claim to someone's time as if her warped opinions were worth any consideration whatsoever.

Maj-Britt reached once again for the pen and began to write:

That was good. That's how she should start. Actually, she also wanted to stop there, since that was the only thing she wanted to say.

She crossed out everything and wrote instead:

‘Hello!'

Maj-Britt quickly laid the pen and paper on the nightstand and pulled back the bed covers. She heard Ellinor hanging up her jacket on one of the hangers in the hall.

‘It's only me!'

With great effort Saba managed to clamber over the edge of the basket to go and meet Ellinor. Maj-Britt heard the shopping bags being put down in the kitchen and Ellinor approaching the bedroom. Her heart beat faster, not from nervousness but from anticipation. For the first time in ages she felt calm, absolutely in a superior position. Her disgusting body was also her most powerful weapon. To expose it was to throw the viewer off balance.

Ellinor stopped short in the doorway. She seemed to want to say something but the words got stuck inside her lips. For a second Maj-Britt thought she had succeeded. For a second she managed to feel satisfied, but then Ellinor opened her mouth.

‘Good Lord, you're a sight! We'll have to put some cream on that eczema right away.'

Maj-Britt hurriedly pulled up the covers to hide herself. The humiliation burned like fire. The feeling of nakedness overwhelmed her and she knew that she was blushing. It hadn't worked. The trick that always worked on the others had, as usual, not worked on Ellinor. Instead of gaining power and a safe distance, Maj-Britt had revealed her greatest shame, exposing herself and how wretched she was.

‘Don't you have some lotion we can use? That must really, really hurt.'

Ellinor's agitation was unmistakable; Maj-Britt
swallowed and pulled the covers further up. She was defending herself from Ellinor's gaze, and felt just as vulnerable as she had that time when …

This vague sensation dissolved and vanished into whiteness. But something had approached and she was suddenly having a hard time breathing.

‘Why didn't you say something? You must have had that for quite a while.'

Maj-Britt reached for the letter while trying to hide her naked arm as best she could under the covers.

‘If we don't do something about this you're going to end up with open wounds. Please, Maj-Britt, let me take another look.'

This was unheard of. Not on her life! Never ever would she think of exposing herself to this person who didn't have the sense to keep her distance. Ellinor and Vanja. It seemed like the whole world had suddenly ganged up on her, had decided to break in and come after her at any cost.

‘Get out of here and leave me in peace! I'm trying to write a letter and you're bothering me!'

Ellinor stood in silence for a while, looking at her. Maj-Britt kept her eyes fixed on the letter she was writing. Then she heard a little snort and, out of the corner of her eye, saw Ellinor back out of the room. Saba was still standing there but only for a moment; then she too turned her back on Maj-Britt and followed Ellinor.

She wrote the address and without reading through what she had written she licked the envelope and sealed it. The sounds of Ellinor's movements in the flat were hard and angry, and it wasn't long before she appeared in the doorway again.

‘I've put the food away in the fridge.'

She was clearly irritated.

‘But I only bought meat, as you asked.'

Then she vanished again. Starting banging about with buckets and the vacuum cleaner, doing her duties. And Maj-Britt stayed in bed and realised that Ellinor had met her halfway yet again. Risking her job by ignoring all the regulations to please her. Maj-Britt covered her face with her hands. There was nowhere to flee to any longer. Her sanctuary had been invaded.

Suddenly, Ellinor was standing in the bedroom doorway. Maj-Britt had heard the front door open and, after a brief pause, close again. When the footsteps approached she had heart palpitations. Ellinor came over and sat down on the edge of the bed, down by Maj-Britt's feet where there was a little spot free. Saba left her basket and went up to her.

‘My big brother was born with no arms. When we were little, I don't think it occurred to any of us that he was different, it was just natural because he had always been that way. Mamma and Pappa didn't make a big deal of it either. Obviously they were shocked
when he was born, but they always made the best of the situation. He was the world's best big brother. Jesus, what games he could think up.'

Ellinor petted Saba on the head and smiled.

‘It wasn't until he was a teenager that he understood how different he was. Like when he fell in love the first time and realised that he couldn't compete with boys who had arms and were like all the others. Who were “normal”.'

Her fingers left Saba's neck and made a gesture in the air to indicate what she thought of the word ‘normal'.

‘My brother is one of those guys that all girls dream of meeting. Funny … smart … kind. He has a sense of humour and an imagination like no one I've ever met, arms or not. But then as a teenager there were no girls that even saw him, they just saw the space where his arms should have been, and eventually he did too.'

Maj-Britt pulled the covers up to her chin and hoped that this strange confession that Ellinor felt compelled to make would soon be over.

‘And then when he realised that he would never become the man he dreamed of being, he became the opposite. Overnight he turned into an utter pig and nobody wanted to have anything to do with him. He was so awful that you didn't want to be anywhere near him. No one could work out why he was acting that way. Eventually he demanded that mother and father get him his own flat in a care home, but the staff could hardly cope with him there either. He was eighteen then. Eighteen years old and completely alone. He didn't want to see me or our mother and
father, even though we were the only ones who really looked out for him. But I didn't care. I went there a couple of times a week and told him exactly what I thought. That he was a fucking self-pitying tosser who could go ahead and rot at that care home if that was what he wanted. He told me to piss off but I kept going to see him anyway. Sometimes he even refused to open the door. Then I would just shout through the keyhole.'

Good Lord, such language she was using! How was it possible to use so many swear words? Uneducated and vulgar, that's what she was!

Ellinor suddenly fell silent, and Maj-Britt presumed it was because she needed to catch her breath. Evidently not even she could keep up her inexhaustible torrent of words without oxygen. Too bad it didn't take long for her to catch her breath. Ellinor looked Maj-Britt right in the eye and continued.

‘So, just keep sitting here, you fucking coward, and destroy your life. But don't think you're going to get rid of me. I'll be showing up here regularly to remind you what a fucking idiot you are.'

Maj-Britt clenched her jaw so tight it hurt.

‘That was what I told my brother …'

Ellinor petted Saba's back one last time before she got up.

‘Today he's married and he's got two kids, because in the end he couldn't stand my nagging. Is there anything special you'd like me to get next time?'