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  I suddenly envied the simplicity of the cat’s life. Eating, sleeping, eating, licking herself clean. She just liked to relax, and take it easy with no complications in her life. Unlike me. This dinner could end up complicating my life even more than it already was, and I didn’t exactly need that right now.

  I finally headed downstairs wearing a purple dress that was a little tight but really showed off my figure. I was slim but not skinny. Ever since the pregnancy I still had yet to lose around five pounds that kept resisting my every effort to get rid of it. Not that it bothered me. I wasn’t one of those women who got their self-esteem from the way they looked. And I had no idea how to go on a diet anyway. So I just made peace with it. But every now and then, like now, I missed my old body from before the pregnancy, when everything sat in its proper place. But by the look of my daughter and dad I could tell that I wasn’t looking too bad.

  “Wow, Mom! You look amazing. Very beautiful,” my daughter said.

  My dad smiled. “You’d better be careful with that man. He’s a not a real man if he’s not gonna try something to a stunning-looking woman like that.”

  “I will be very careful, don’t worry,” I said and kissed his cheek.

  “Who is he? Tell me please who he is,” Julie begged me.

  I kissed her on the cheek too.

  “Later, sweetheart. It ‘ nothing but a dinner with a nice man I met through work. That’s all it is.”

  “But why are you eating with him? What about Dad?”

  The question I had dreaded. I was squatting in front of her looking her directly in the eyes.

  “It is just a dinner. I promise you that.”

  “Okay.”

  I kissed her again and got up. “Do I look all right?”

  “You are so beautiful, Mom.”

  “Thanks.”

  I knew I could trust her. Her eyes were like a mirror of truth. She would not hold back if she thought I looked horrible.

  “Don’t wait up,” I said and left the house as they waved at me.

  I drove there since I had no intention of drinking and losing control. As I pulled into the driveway of the beach house, I almost regretted my decision. I had just split up with my husband and I wasn’t emotionally ready for anything new yet. And neither was Julie. She didn’t need a new man in her life right now.

  But then, I really liked the guy. Yes, he was a little too much into himself and his artistic work, but there was something incredibly sweet about him. And he had a way of being a real gentleman with me. He always held the door, a virtue a lot of Danish men had forgotten all about. He listened when I talked and he would actually remember what I said afterwards. I thought, Maybe I just need to have someone spoil me for once and went up to the door.

  I got to be spoiled all right. Barely had I sat my foot in his beach house before he placed me on the floor in a pile of huge pillows with a glass of red wine. Italian of course, my favorite. Then he prepared dinner for us. Barefoot, of course. I drank some of the wine saving the rest for the dinner since I could only have one glass if I was to drive home. And that was still my intention.

  Dinner was amazing. He had set the table with candles and fresh flowers. And then he served the food.

  “Tomatoes with balsámico vinegar di Módena, and buffalo mozzarella,” he said in Italian and sat down in front of me. He wore a white shirt. The two top buttons were opened and I spotted a gold cross on a chain underneath. He was probably Catholic.

  “Dig in.”

  I lifted my glass in a toast. “To le chef.”

  He smiled and we drank. As we started eating he looked at me.

  “What?”

  “Nothing I just really like to watch you eat my food. You are not one of those women who won’t eat.”

  “I am not, no,” I said with my mouth full. “I love food. You won’t be seeing me not being able to finish my salad and water.”

  He laughed.

  “Well I’m glad. Because the next dish is Rigatoni al Tartufo. And that is not for people who are afraid of a little butter and fat.”

  I smiled.

  “What is it?”

  “Rigatoni with tenderloin, truffles, and chanterelles.”

  My mouth was watering just by the very thought. “Bring it on.”

  Of course I couldn’t just have one glass of that wonderful red wine, so when he offered me a second, I decided I would take a taxi home. Then I could enjoy the evening without having to think about drinking and driving. So I had one more glass, and a few more after that. After dinner we sat on the pillows on the floor and he lit a fire in the fireplace. The beach and ocean were all black outside the big windows and it felt like looking right into nothingness.

  “Do you want to feel the ocean breeze?” he asked.

  “I would love to.”

  He put on a sweater and I took my big winter jacket and then he opened the door to the porch and took my hand. The wind was freezing. It felt like it was biting my cheeks. I took in a breath of the fresh air.

  “I just love this place,” he said and looked out over the ocean.

  I did too, I had to admit.

  “Come let’s go all the way down to the ocean,” he said all of a sudden while pulling my hand.

  Like a schoolgirl I followed him. We ran to keep warm. When we got there he stopped. The half moon rose over the water. Without a warning Giovanni just grabbed me, pulled me near and kissed me.

  CHAPTER 18

  I WOKE up with the worst hangover in history. At least for me, that is. Not only did I have too much of that great Italian wine the night before, but I also woke up in Giovanni’s bed. Something I had promised myself wouldn’t happen. So the regrets were hurting more than the actual headache.

  What had I done? What the hell was I thinking? Who is this guy anyway? I didn’t know anything about him and now I had slept with him. And what about Julie? She might have had a nightmare and tried to find me in my bed, but I wasn’t there. Who would have comforted her?

  I sat up in the bed. I was naked. My clothes were on the floor. Giovanni was still sleeping. It was only five thirty in the morning. I could hurry home and pretend like I had been home all night. It was not impossible.

  I hurried and collected all my stuff and sneaked out. I felt like an idiot from some movie but this was how I wanted to deal with this for now. I had to get away.

  Julie was still sleeping in her bed when I got back to the house half an hour later. Quietly I sneaked into my own bed and got under the comforter. I even fell asleep for half an hour more before she woke me up.

  She stood beside my bed. Her arms were crossed in front of her chest. I sat up.

  “Morning, sweetheart. Did you sleep well?”

  ”Where have you been?”

  Oh, oh.

  ”Come sit,” I said and padded on the bed.

  She sat down.

  “I slept at that man’s house. It was too late for me to drive all the way home.”

  “But you promised that it would only be dinner.”

  “I know. But we were having a real nice time. He is really nice to talk to. And then I forgot about the time.”

  “I sure wish you didn’t.”

  “I know.”

  “What about Dad, then? Who is going to eat with him now?”

  I sighed. She was always so direct. “I don’t know. I really don’t know, sweetie.”

  “Why are you still so mad at him? He said he was sorry for locking us in that basement.”

  “But he also said he would do it again if we didn’t do as he told us to. I can’t live like that. You’ll understand when you get older. I’ll explain it then.”

  She reached out and took my hand. “I understand it now, Mommy. I don’t wanna go back in that basement either.”

  I smiled.

  “Come here and kiss me, peaches,” I said and tried to grab her.

  She laughed and screamed and ran out of the room. “Try to catch me if you can.”

  Giova
nni called a little later when we were in the middle of a big puzzle on the floor. All three of us were heavily concentrating on the project.

  “You were gone when I woke up,” he said with a gentle voice.

  ”I know, I’m sorry.”

  ”No note or anything? That was brutal.”

  ”I know. Sorry. I just needed to get back to my daughter.”

  “I understand. I just never had a woman sneak out on me before.”

  I laughed. “Well, there’s a first for everything.”

  “It’s quite intriguing I must say. It makes you mysterious and hard to get. I like that.”

  I laughed again. “I’m glad you do. ‘Cause I really had a nice time last night.”

  “Me too. Let’s do it again, then?”

  “Let’s do that.”

  CHAPTER 19

  PASTOR BERTEL Due-Lauritzen was a holy man. He knew God and had a personal relationship with him. Everything he did was directed by the Lord himself. At least that is was he told himself when he hung up his collar at the end of the day. The kids in the juvenile detention center where he worked called him the Bishop which he didn’t mind too much since he knew all are created equal in God’s eyes. And like a bishop, he worked for God. He was there to tell the juvenile criminals about God, that there was a way out for them and his name is Jesus. It wasn’t too late for them to change.

  In the very beginning when he first came to the detention center, he had been very patient with the youngsters. Since it was a prison, he had made what he called a confessional chair in the prison church even though he wasn’t Catholic. But he found it useful for the kids to be able to talk to him anonymously about what they had done. What he didn’t tell them was that he would always know who it was on the other side of the curtain he had put up.

  When they came to confess their sins, he would nod and ask them to repent and ask for forgiveness and then they would be off to do more damage. But they seemed to keep on getting themselves into trouble. Again and again he had to ask for God's forgiveness in their lives, but nothing seemed to change. And he had a difficult time coping with the teasing behind his back. They would laugh at him when he gave them a Bible to read or when he would give them a Bible quote he thought might get them through the day.

  “Remember you are all children of God. He will forgive you and love you if you ask him to,” he would say. But they wouldn’t listen. No one would.

  He had given up on his old lifestyle. He had to. Give up his rich and wild life where everything was possible. Where the cars were big and the boats even bigger. After boarding school, he told his parents he didn’t want to work for their company. He didn’t want to end up like them. He told them he was gay and wanted them to accept it.

  They had slammed the door right in his face. Called him a disgusting faggot and told him they never wanted to see him again. He was no longer their son.

  After that he had to get by without his parent’s money for the first time in his life. He found love and helping hands at the gay bars of Copenhagen. Men brought him home and gave him money to have sex with them and sometimes he even got to spend the night. He lived on the streets, selling his body to whoever wanted it, eating only whenever one of his clients was kind enough to buy him something at a bakery or a hotdog stand. And he thought he had deserved that life. He loathed himself. He hated that his sexuality had brought him into this mess. Why couldn’t he just have oppressed it? Why did he have to blurt it all out in front of his parents?

  One day he had sex in an alley with a man who turned out to be a priest. He proved to be a really nice guy and they started talking afterwards. He told him he had known ever since he was a kid that he liked men. But he had learned not to express his sexuality in public.

  “As a priest, no one would ever ask you why you don’t have a wife and kids,” he said. That gave Bertel an idea. Not only could he hide his ugly disgusting, impure thoughts from the world, maybe he would also be able to help someone else out of their miserable lives. Maybe even young kids who needed to be saved, as he had needed it, when God came along in form of a priest.

  After getting an education, with a little help from his friend from the alley, he got a job working at the juvenile detention. But very soon he realized he didn’t make much difference in their lives. He reached out to them but they didn’t change. God didn’t work in them and make them better. So he went to his altar and prayed about it.

  “Why won’t they change, God?” he asked. “Why do they keep laughing at me? Why won’t they listen to your words?”

  And he had gotten his answer. In God’s own words. “So if your eye—even your good eye—causes you to lust, gouge it out and throw it away. It is better for you to lose one part of your body than for your whole body to be thrown into hell. And if your hand—even your stronger hand—causes you to sin, cut it off and throw it away.”

  Jesus had said it like that. So it had to be, then.

  Pastor Bertel had then gone to one of the kids in the middle of the night and put acid in both of his eyes. Of course, he had sedated the kid first. He wasn’t a monster. And then he had left him there for someone else to find. No one ever knew how it happened but the kid never looked at a woman with lust again. And he never raped anyone again.

  That’s how he began his real work for God.

  Sometimes he would just teach the kids a lesson by beating them senseless and threatening them with death if they told anyone, and sometimes he had to go to more extreme methods in order to reach the youngsters. Sometimes he had to castrate someone to keep him from raping.

  After a while, it had become even better than back at the boarding school when he and his friends used to beat other kids up, because this wasn’t meaningless. This was to make someone’s life better; this was working for God. And in the end, when it was all over, all that would matter was what he had done for him during his time on earth.

  CHAPTER 20

  PASTOR BERTEL Due-Lauritzen had just ended his ten o’clock Sunday service As usual, he would tell the juvenile criminals to come to the confession chair afterwards and tell him their sins. Now he was sitting in his chair waiting for someone to show up on the other side of the curtain. He waited for a long time, but knew nothing would happen. Pastor Bertel sighed deeply. It was always the same.

  In the calm of the prison church that day in February he thought about the summers of years past. The smell of the sea, the laughter, sailing in the open water with his friends, the look on Bjorn’s face just before he jumped with the other boys in the water naked. Sitting on the deck wanting to kiss Bjorn and touch his soft skin. The lost desires in the light summer night. The unfulfilled longings. The torture of being so close to someone you love and not being able to express your emotions. Because he knew they would have resented him for it. They would have hated him if they knew how he felt.

  And Bjorn would have been the worst. He would have hated Bertel more than any. Bjorn always was the strongest among them. He was the one with all the ideas. He came up with the Freddy Krueger rape. He even made that glove himself. He could do stuff like that.

  Bjorn wasn’t quite like the average boy on the boarding school. He wasn’t rich and he could make things with his hands. If they ever were deserted on a desert island he would have been the only survivor. Not because he could have build a hut or caught food, but because he would have killed the others and eaten them. He was like that. He was a beast. The evilest among them. And Bertel had loved him. He had loved his strong muscular arms and his beautiful strong face. He had even loved the beast inside of him.

  And then Bjorn killed himself.

  A few months after their graduation he jumped off a bridge and was hit by a train. Bertel could never understand why he would do such a thing. It was incomprehensible. He had cried for days when he heard it. That was when he had decided to tell his parents the truth about himself. He couldn’t hide it any longer. At least that is what he thought.

  Boy, had he been young and na
ïve.

  Bertel touched the rough fabric on the armchair and thought about the few times he would reach out and touch the skin on Bjorn’s arm without him knowing why.

  Suddenly, he felt the solitude was broken, that he was not alone in the church. A light step, almost noiseless moving across the floor. Then calm, regular breathing behind the curtain. Pastor Bertel waited for the person behind the curtain to be ready. He looked under the curtain and saw the shoes, as he would always do. He would memorize anything he could about them. Their color and shape or even brand. Then he would later find them in the dining hall and know the face of the owner. But these shoes were different than the ones he normally saw under the heavy red curtain. Mostly the youngsters wore sneakers or Converse. But these were shoes like the ones Bertel would wear. Like a man of his own age would wear.

  Bertel smelled the perfume of clean skin mixed with good cologne. And all of a sudden he recognized the smell. That exact cologne that only his long lost love would wear.. Bertel widened his eyes at the sound of the song long forgotten.

  “Five, six, grab your crucifix …”

  “Who are you?”

  A moment of silence, and then the man answered in a deep resonant voice. “Does it matter?”

  “Yes it does.”

  “Who I am is of no importance.”

  “Then what is important?”

  “Why I am here.”

  Pastor Bertel felt his throat constrict. The feeling of suffocation overwhelmed him. “I have read about you in the paper. You killed Didrik and Henrik. I figured you would come for me too. In a way I have been waiting for you.”

  Bertel had an urge to get up and pull away the curtain to see his perpetrator’s face. But something kept him from doing it. Some force bigger than himself forced him to stay in his chair. The same force that the boys in the juvenile prison had come to know after the nightly visits with the prison’s pastor. The same force that would keep them awake night after night staring anxiously at the door to their cell. Afraid that it would open and they would once again lose a finger, an ear, be blinded, or even castrated.

 

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