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actual woodland.

As they cross the parking lot, Ann thinks of Kell. She misses the old auto repair
shop Kell worked in; it would’ve been fun to show him the cat.

"You're probably the kid in Kokkedal who has eaten the most ice cream,"

Grandma used to say. Ann got an ice cream and candy from the mechanics at the
car repair; Kell had told them she was his daughter, even though he wasn't her

real father.

One day, when they were visiting grandmother in the flat that they now have,
Lissi had said, "Kell is violent and he’s drinking too much." Therefore, they had to

move away from him, and back into grandma’s house.
Grandma’s had her eye on Kell, making sure he behaved, and that’s even though

she had to cope with COPD. She could not speak for long, and her last days she

almost couldn’t say anything. Most of the day, Grandma just sat by the window
with big greyish eyes, smoking cigarettes and inhaling from her oxygen device.

Grandma's pastime had been to keep track of when home-care came and went,

and whether they were observing the rules, being on time, taking care of the old
and sick.

They go through the gate that leads into the very large double yard, two
terraces in one, where they live. After passing the gate, they enter the courtyard,

where the building blocks lies side by side; they live in number 97.

"I really miss Grandma… and Kell," says Ann.
Lissi stops and looks at her almost anxiously. "Now, please don't start again

with that nonsense, you've got a cat now. I don't want to hear more about what

or who you miss," Lissi shouts, continuing: "Don't rile me up. As if I don't miss
Grandma either. I can't talk about her now, she's gone and she's not coming back,

end of story. You saw with your own eyes how sick she became." Lissi is almost

sounding likes she’s blaming Ann for Grandma’s death.
Ann can see that Lissi is having one of her fits, and quiets up. The cat begins to

moan and shake under her blouse, crawling together like a lump, feeling the bad

energy flowing out Lissi.
They continue to walk in silence the last few metres to the door. Mom puts the

key in the door, and the familiar smell of burned lamb-meat, detergents mixed
together tickles her nose.