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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

When it dawned on me that I’d never have to meet father again the relief was so great I burst into tears. Corduroysuit said to pause but the policeman wanted to go on. He took my weeping for a confession. He asked if I had allowed father to have his way with me so that bror would have a chance to kill. By then corduroysuit said enough for today. You are talking to a child he said.

Bror sat with his arms crossed looking down at the table. In the end the police asked why he had done it and then bror looked up at him and took his time to answer.

I don’t know he said.

We had not reached the age of criminal responsibility.

Whether I had tried to kill father with a hayfork remained unproven. It amounted to my words against the healthcare services. They said father had stumbled and stabbed himself. However it 158was incontestable that bror’s blow with a spade had caused father’s instantaneous death.

I was thrilled every time I thought of his split head. A masterstroke. Like a perfect onehanded blow with a samurai sword.

159

THIRTY

I was sitting on the veranda in the sun. The wind had died down. The birds twittered. The clegs bit. I missed john.

We had not seen each other since the funerals. Apart from the drive back from the hospital. I wasn’t even sure what I missed. His body. So possibly biological and nothing more.

His painting was still untouched inside its wrapping of brown cardboard. The battalion of drunkards stood to attention where I had left them.

I sat on the steps of my childhood home and wondered about life until I concluded that pondering was pointless.

Man proposes god disposes as mother used to say. For the present there were reasons for staying in smalånger. Letters that must be read. Bror must get well. The john story must reach an end.

And what about maria. She was a mystery and I was no detective but wherever I went and whoever I talked to she came crowding into the scene. I was in competition with a deceased person. Jealous of a corpse. Maria’s power over people had not faded just because she had died.