Back Deeds of Autumn
Chapters (71)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. Prologue
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. Chapter 37
  42. Chapter 38
  43. Chapter 39
  44. Chapter 40
  45. Chapter 41
  46. Chapter 42
  47. Chapter 43
  48. Chapter 44
  49. Chapter 45
  50. Chapter 46
  51. Chapter 47
  52. Chapter 48
  53. Chapter 49
  54. Chapter 50
  55. Chapter 51
  56. Chapter 52
  57. Chapter 53
  58. Chapter 54
  59. Chapter 55
  60. Chapter 56
  61. Chapter 57
  62. Chapter 58
  63. Chapter 59
  64. Chapter 60
  65. Chapter 61
  66. Chapter 62
  67. Chapter 63
  68. Chapter 64
  69. Author’s Note
  70. Extract from Rites of Spring
  71. About the Author

Like most men over seventy, Klein drives a little too slowly. Neither he nor Elisabet say anything, and even though Anna usually has nothing against silence, eventually she feels compelled to break it.

‘I met some of the Poles outside the emergency department at the hospital yesterday. Apparently, one of them had had an accident in the forest.’

Klein and Elisabet exchange a glance, and at first, he seems unwilling to comment.

‘It wasn’t an accident,’ he says after quite a while. ‘Pawel trod on one of Mats’s traps. Mats knows he’s not allowed to set gin traps, but he’s got it into his head that he’s going to catch a wolf. He won’t listen to—’

Elisabet gently taps his leg, which makes him shut up. The gesture is so intimate that Anna can’t help raising her eyebrows.

‘We’re here,’ Elisabet says. ‘You can park over there.’

*

The nursing home is surrounded by tall trees and green lawns. A nurse shows them into a visitors’ room, her voice softening when she talks about Karl-Johan. Huge picture windows look out over the park, where two gardeners in yellow jackets are raking up leaves. Progress is slow; the park is so big and there are so many leaves that the task seems overwhelming.

Karl-Johan Vidje is sitting in an armchair with a blanket over his knees, facing the two men. Anna and Klein hang back while Elisabet goes over and kisses him on the cheek. He gives a start, then takes her arm as if he’s glad to see her. Elisabet exchanges a few words with him, then beckons Anna to join them.

‘This is Anna Vesper – I told you about her. She and her daughter have moved into Tabor. Anna has been a great help to us.’

Karl-Johan is well over seventy, but his hair is still blond rather than white, and he has surprisingly few wrinkles. His expression is kind, his smile warm. He is wearing a pair of close-fitting dark glasses.

‘Anna,’ he says, shaking her hand in a way that makes Anna think he’s repeating her name silently to himself.

‘We had one of your lithographs at home when I was growing up,’ she says. ‘I liked it very much.’