but you know, I find his wording so odd— ‘I may be guilty of….’
But then ….I think about Josef; why is he asking me about my divorce when—?
A tap on the open door causes us to look to see that Josef is actually standing there now
“I hate to interrupt but….” Josef puts a tone of emphasis on each word
Slowly it all begins to come together in my mind and first I look back at Jörn and then at Josef
“Wait a minute ….the Swedish opera house…. “ I look straight at Josef now, “does the apple not fall far from the tree?”
“Vad?” Josef cocks a frosty, bushy brow at me and pierces me with the ferocity of his Nordic stare and….
what was that before about the Folkmoot? And the image of the dream comes to me with Raoul stood before the big Viking lord/king…. what a strange and cryptically odd thought ….that has popped into my mind at random it seems,
but often thoughts as such prove to develop a picture in the dark room of reflection
such as now, I say aloud looking at Josef
“you’re the director!”
At first he plays it off with a laugh,
“directing these characters is always a challenge and then of course we have Elsa and when she hits the right note, she breaks glasses!”
“No—you are the Swedish director ….you work for Interpol, I can’t believe I just figured this out!”
“Jörn, did you say you were going to make coffee?”Josef suddenly asks before, directing a cryptic glance at me now says, “I’m so glad Duvan has offered to help you with that. Don’t make your mother and I wait,” the last part he directs at Jörn, “her blood pressure….”
“Since when is coffee the cure for that?” Jörn snaps but repents, “we’ll start the coffee,” and without any warning, takes hold of my wrist as though to do what I did to him before
But Elsa appears and smacks his hand,
“where did you learn this savagery to women? Something you picked up here or sleeping under a metal curtain? You better make that coffee extra black!”
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