‘What are you doing here on your own?’ he asked. She shrugged her shoulders and took a sip from her glass. ‘Anders is away, travelling, and won’t be back until this evening. So I am indulging myself a little.’ ‘Has he gone far?’ ‘Somewhere in Europe. You know how it is. They never tell you anything.’ ‘What does he do?’ ‘He sells fittings for churches and chapels. Altarpieces, pulpits, crosses and suchlike. Used and new.’ ‘Mm. And he does that in Europe?’ ‘When a church in Switzerland needs a new pulpit, it could well come from Ålesund. And the old one may well end up being restored in
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