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the first one and the second one shortly thereafter. The owner was beside himself. A mass of drinks were had at Kluden. He wanted everything in Olsvig’s studio, all that came from Olsvig’s fingers was pure gold, at least for a while. Until it stopped.

B o left a coffee cup and a stain. Vita notices of course. She notices everything, but acts like it’s nothing. Right there, that’s where she entered. Wait, didn’t she just wander in through the wall?
    â€œWhy didn’t you use the door?” I ask.
    Obviously, she’s not going to answer. She’d rather talk about something else. That’s unusual. She wants to talk about “sex . . . you know exactly what I mean,” she says. “You head to the sack as soon as you meet someone. Do you even think about anything else?”
    â€œWhat do you mean by sex? He was just sweet,” I say. “I didn’t do anything. Where’s all this coming from?”
    â€œWho isn’t sweet?” she asks. “Who isn’t sweet and lovely in your eyes? Who isn’t so unbelievably wonderful that you just can’t help ripping their clothes off? And you know exactly what I mean.”
    â€œThat’s the way people meet,” I say. “To claim otherwise is wrong. First there’s sex, the naked and the raw. And everything else comes after that. Besides, he knows he’s sexy.”
    â€œOh right, you’re so smart. So in touch with yourself,” she says.
    â€œCould be. But do you really have to spit like that?”
    â€œHey, I thought you liked secretions.”
    â€œI don’t get you.”
    â€œObviously, he knows he’s sexy,” she says. “He has you right where he wants you. As usual, you think you’re in complete control. But you don’t control anything. You’re so transparent. So is he, of course. I give it two days before you’re swapping spit.”
    â€œNothing happens. Sometimes it just up and happens,” I say.
    â€œDon’t go thinking that you’re the only person capable of being attracted to someone else. Actually, we’re all capable. But that doesn’t mean that we just run around and do it with anyone. We stop ourselves before it comes to sex.”
    She walks through the wall.
    â€œThat’s pretty smart,” she says, looking down at herself.
    â€œSmart.”

Three
    A ne came all the way out here while I snoozed, right through the door, no slipping through the wall like Vita. Her timing isn’t the best, I was in the middle of a party at some other allotment society, VÃ¥ren, I think it was. Bo was also there, in shorts. His legs stuck out the bottom with crinkly hair and large, well-trimmed hooves. He was confiding something and was leaning over me with his entire weight when Ane came bursting in with the baby in a sling on her chest.
    â€œHow wild, Justine. You got a haircut. It looks wild. Why did you do it?’
    I shake my hair.
    â€œWell, it’s weird. But somehow it fits you.” She unfastens the child and puts him in the stroller. “I just came by to see if you had enough room.” Her gaze sweeps the space, moving from paintings to work table. “You can stay here as long as you want.” In one smooth motion she’s at the table, rummage, rummage. “So, is there anything new on the fire?” She flips papers, takes something out, covers it up, rolls it all together.
    â€œDo you need the studio?” I ask.
    â€œNo, not at all. I’ve already told you that.”
    She gives me a look that implies both consideration and vexation.
    â€œHow are you doing?”
    She turns her back to me and tries stuffing the roll into a cardboard tube, but it’s too loose and bursts apart.
    I make for the elsewhere of the kitchen and wait a bit before returning.
    She’s finished packing. The baby is awake and the pacifier slides wetly in and out of his mouth.
    â€œI finally got