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Chapters (56)
  1. mybrother
  2. EPIGRAPH
  3. CONTENTS
  4. ONE
  5. TWO
  6. THREE
  7. FOUR
  8. FIVE
  9. SIX
  10. SEVEN
  11. EIGHT
  12. NINE
  13. TEN
  14. ELEVEN
  15. TWELVE
  16. THIRTEEN
  17. FOURTEEN
  18. FIFTEEN
  19. SIXTEEN
  20. SEVENTEEN
  21. EIGHTEEN
  22. NINETEEN
  23. TWENTY
  24. TWENTYONE
  25. TWENTYTWO
  26. TWENTYTHREE
  27. TWENTYFOUR
  28. TWENTYFIVE
  29. TWENTYSIX
  30. TWENTYSEVEN
  31. TWENTYEIGHT
  32. TWENTYNINE
  33. THIRTY
  34. THIRTYONE
  35. THIRTYTWO
  36. THIRTYTHREE
  37. THIRTYFOUR
  38. THIRTYFIVE
  39. THIRTYSIX
  40. THIRTYSEVEN
  41. THIRTYEIGHT
  42. THIRTYNINE
  43. FORTY
  44. FORTYONE
  45. FORTYTWO
  46. FORTYTHREE
  47. FORTYFOUR
  48. FORTYFIVE
  49. FORTYSIX
  50. FORTYSEVEN
  51. FORTYEIGHT
  52. FORTYNINE
  53. FIFTY
  54. FIFTYONE
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  56. COPYRIGHT

Mother wakes him at half past four. It’s hard to wake him. It was only a few hours since he fell asleep. He hits out at her half asleep. His mouth is sticky with old booze. Some neighbour had dropped in the night before. Allanberg as likely as not. We can hear their voices all the way upstairs. We are scared that they will come up to us. They sometimes do if they want to have us perform. Twins with rabbiteyes who dance and do magic tricks look kind of fun.

Anyway. Father sits up on the edge of the bed. Sways for a bit until he gets on his feet and pulls on his farming overalls.

Did you personally see all this asked the policeman. Or is it something you’ve just dreamed up.

It’s how I think things went I said. Wasn’t that what you wanted bror and I said simultaneously.

Let her carry on the other policeman said. Or your brother could take over.

Bror closed himself in again so I carried on.

Father’s body hurts. He’ll soon be forty. His knees are especially sore. He has a quick look at himself in the small mirror. Thinks he’s 154not badlooking even though his hair is thinning and food and alcohol have made him fat. Pats his belly and feels the bag that bulges on one side but just then he isn’t thinking about the bag but about us. How ungrateful we are and how we don’t realise how everything is handed us on a plate. Our own rooms and clothes and food. And love as he says. More than he has ever had. He had to make do with scraps passed from one to another over and over. And when they finally fell apart his mother cut them into strips for ragrugs.

Mother tried to explain to us why father was the way he was bror said. That he always went hungry and was beaten up a lot. How it was only natural that he became the person he was.

What do you two think about it the policeman asked. Bror shook his head. I don’t know he said. I don’t know either I said but it doesn’t feel right that you torture your own children in revenge for your childhood.

But did you have the right to kill him in revenge for your childhood the policeman wondered.

Yes we answered simultaneously.

There was a pause. We were given a banana each. Then I carried on.

Mother has made coffee and a couple of sandwiches with liverpaste.