Karlsson." The girl curtsied again – slightly overcompensating - and left. Sigvard reached for the letter and read the words one last time before Ma...a walked into the room. She could most likely feel something in the air, because she stopped at the doorstep and looked at the letter still in his hand. "I suppose that must have just arrived?" Hello, darling."His voice must have been cold, despite his attempts of light-hearted flippancy, as she just lowered her gaze and sighed. "Patrik?" Yes." He. Some she had been made to try. Ultimately, several empty boxes went into the trash. Several half consumed went into the fridge. She had enjoyed her dinner. Especially the steamed dumplings, wishing there were more. She was a little sad now. Thinking about it. The way her mother split. When she woke up. On the floor, naked, all sticky from obvious sex that she didn’t remember. She shuttered. How could she do that to me? Her own daughter? Leaving me with a stranger like this? “Philip is. Bondage?"I couldn't help but laugh. She was puzzled."No. Like in life. Memories. The present, the future. Even fictional stories. They are killing me. I'm spending nights up, writing things so sad that I sometimes cry, and then I look out and it's morning, the sun is rising, and I have to go to work. I work like a zombie. I fall asleep in my office, and only notice because the phone rings, someone enters, the computer makes a noise every now and them because I set it to. But I'm writing. All. She was sitting exactly where I had told her to be and had prepared herself for me to my very exacting standards.My beautiful big breasted lady never disappointed me.I didn’t have to utter a word to her such was the understanding we had.With a loving glance and nod of my head in her direction she instantly knew her wifely duties.She opened her full-lipped mouth in her own ,inimitable way and ran her already wet and glistening tongue slowly and softly around.The rose-flowered kimono I had bought.