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Friday
EIGHT O’CLOCK. HALF AN HOUR since the September sun had gone down over
Oslo, and past bedtime for three-year-olds.
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Katrine Bratt sighed and whispered into the phone: ‘Can’t you sleep,
darling?’
‘Gwanny is singing wong,’ the child’s voice answered, sniffling. ‘Whe ah
you?’
‘I had to go to work, darling, but I’ll be home soon. Would you like
Mummy to sing a little?’
‘Yeah.’
‘Well, then you have to close your eyes.’
‘Yeah.’
‘“Blueman”?’
‘Yeah.’
Katrine began singing the melancholy song in a low, deep voice.
Blueman, Blueman, my buck, think of your small boy.
She had no idea why children had, for over a century, felt happy to be
lulled to sleep by the story of an angst-ridden boy who wonders why
Blueman, his favourite goat, hasn’t returned home from grazing, and who
fears it’s been taken by a bear and now lies mutilated and dead somewhere
in the mountains.
Still, after just one verse she could hear Gert’s breathing become more
regular and deep, and after the next verse she heard her mother-in-law’s
whispered voice on the phone.
‘He’s asleep now.’
‘Thanks,’ said Katrine, who had been squatting on her haunches so long
she had to put her hand on the ground. ‘I’ll be back as soon as I can.’
‘Take all the time you need, dear. And I’m the one who should be
thanking you for wanting us here. You know, he looks so much like Bjørn
when he’s asleep.’
Katrine swallowed. Unable, as usual, to respond when she said that. Not
because she didn’t miss Bjørn, not because she wasn’t happy that Bjørn’s
parents saw him in Gert. But because it simply wasn’t true.
She concentrated on what lay in front of her.
‘Intense lullaby,’ said Sung-min Larsen, who had come and crouched
down next to her. ‘“Maybe now you lay dead”?’
‘I know, but it’s the only one he wants to hear,’ Katrine said.
‘Well, then that’s what he gets.’ Her colleague smiled.
Katrine nodded. ‘Have you ever thought about how as children we expect
unconditional love from our parents, without giving anything in return?
That we are actually parasites? But then we grow up and things change
completely. When exactly do you think we stop believing that we can be
loved unconditionally just for being who we are?’
‘When did she stop, you mean?’
‘Yeah.’
They looked down at the body of the young woman lying on the forest
floor. Her trousers and knickers were pulled down to her ankles, but the zip
on the thin down jacket was pulled up. Her face – which was turned to the
starry skies above – appeared chalk-white in the glare of the Crime Scene
Unit’s floodlights, which were positioned among the trees. Her make-up
was streaked, and looked like it had run and dried out several times. Her
hair – bombed blonde by chemicals – was sticking to one side of her face.
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