‘Okay. Maybe you should go, Klara. You and Mom. What’s the sense in the whole day getting spoiled just because … I’m sorry. Sorry I’m sick all the time. I don’t know why …’ I thought tears would come then, but she held them back and went on quietly: ‘Sorry, Mom. I really am. I must be such a downer. Klara, you go on. You’ll love the waterfall.’ Then her face disappeared from the edge of the seat.
