Then he remembered who big brother truly was and had always been. Above all, he saw fear in Fredrik’s eyes. Fredrik was scared! Of his little brother! Johan was filled with a measure of self-confidence he’d never felt before. ‘We were talking about what a dive this place is. Mediocre canapés. Crappy champagne.’ ‘For Christ’s sake,’ said Fredrik. Scared! ‘And also we were discussing Africa. The problems in … the American union risk becoming the downfall of the whole incontinence.’ ‘Oh my god!’ Perhaps he hadn’t quite got the right words that time, but that only made it better. Fredrik was in
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