Ilmari finishes his phone call and turns to face me. “Sorry about that,” he says. “Not at all. I interrupted you,” I reply. “It’s a bit late for a phone call, isn’t it?” “Not in Finland. It’s nearly one in the afternoon in Helsinki.” “Right. Was that your agent?” “My adoptive father. I wanted them to hear from me the news of the wedding before word reached them via the press.” “And…is he happy for you? Is he sad to have missed the wedding?” “My aunt is devastated,” he replies, taking a seat on the couch opposite me. “She made me promise to bring them all to Finland this summer.”
