It’s two years since I last came close to anything like that. I told my friends there weren’t any feelings there, that he was just some guy I’d met on Tinder, he had a partner, but that was his problem, as I used to say. Marthe was freshly head over heels for Kristoffer and nestled in the crook of his arm here at the cabin as I entertained them with my stories of married men, Olea wasn’t with us on that occasion. Kristoffer laughed, and Marthe rolled her eyes and said:

‘That’s so typical of you, Ida, think of his family, I can’t believe he even has the audacity to be on Tinder to start with.’

‘Can’t he think of his own family?’ I retorted.