.they were...sit on my face? In class? In front of a teacher? In front of other high school girls?When she elbowed me harder, I contorted myself to fi... and to lay face-up. Olivia looked with nodding triumph as her troupe of girls sat in other seats in the same row.She lifted one leg over the chair. My demise was imminent. She stood straddling my head while Jana encouraged her. And like a week before, I was again looking up Olivia’s short skirt and just as I said before, that is not something. " You speak good Swedish. Do you come from Stockholm?" she said in English.At this point I stopped dead and looked puzzled. David laughed."He didn't know he could speak Swedish!" he told the girl, "and I don't think he realised he was speaking it! He's had a bad accident and lost his memory." Oh, I'm sorry. I can see you have suffered a lot," she said, this time I knew it was Swedish."Your eyes are quite beautiful, so kind and deep. Perhaps your parents spoke Swedish at home? Your accent is. She giggled but not to mock as I handed it back for her to take a second drag. We passed back and forth until it was gone and we both felt relaxed. Deciding to find somewhere more private, we began to walk up past the old psychiatric hospital until we came across a path leading along some forest trails. It was great to have nature so close on the outskirts of the city. She had a few more joints in her bag, just in case, while I still had another two beers. We may be twenty-four years older now. ”“I think you’ll be fine,” Mom soothed, “but we need to do something to get you out of this funk you’re in. Now, if you were a girl, I’d just take you shopping, get you a makeover or a pedicure or something, but you don’t need a haircut and I just don’t see you as the type to get your toenails painted.”“Me, either,” I chuckled, “and I might object if you make me start trying on dresses.”“I wouldn’t dare,” Mom laughed. “I do think you need to get out of the house and stir around, though. How.