A few hours later, Marita is back. Sixten comes running in ahead of her and jumps up onto the daybed. I was already awake, so I heard her car pull up on the driveway. Just lay here, waiting for his arrival. It feels like I might explode when he leaps up beside me. He digs his nose into my armpit and quickly settles down. I stroke his flank, feel his cool coat.
