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"Welcome. So, this is my place – temporarily," Inge-Lise says, smiling.

Now he can fully see her. She is a tall and slender woman with a neatly shaped
face with two large vibrant blue eyes. She brushes the snow off her brown black

mink coat with elegant movements. No way she could be 91, he thinks to himself.

Maybe 70.
"This way. Come, come." She walks in front of him, guiding him, pointing

in the direction to one of the hallways close by. Elegantly, with a floating gait she

appears aristocratic to him. When they stop outside in front of her room door;
number 18, Tom can see she has a problem with her leg. She proceeds to take out

her keys from the purse and opens the door. She read his mind.
“Yes, I have had my knee replaced. It was kind of worn out I guess you

could say. My family thought it was for the better that I should reside here for a

few weeks, until everything is back to normal again.“
Tom doesn’t answer before she continues: “Well, it wasn’t my idea to be

here in this place. I’d prefer to stay in my flat in Holte. Oh, I really do miss it. Well,

only one week left."
For a brief moment he looks down at the floor, almost embarrassed.

Whether it's the age difference or Inge-Lise’s stoic calm and aristocratic
appearance, but it is in stark contrast to the insane events that have happened

over the last 24 hours, he can’ tell.

"Let me help you with the coat," says Tom and take two hangers hanging
on a hook row in the small hallway. "Well, well. I'm really happy, that you had

time to meet me," he continues. She answers with a smile. “No need to be so

formal around me, Tom,” she utters.
They enter her living room where there is coffee and cake prepared.

“I thought I might as well prepare for your visit, I understand you are very

busy these days "
In addition to the living room, the flat consists of a toilet located in the

small hallway, a kitchen as an extension of the living room, and a small bedroom

behind a little door to the left. The curtains in her room are old in an old 60’s
style. The place seems cosy and warm, smelling clean with a hint of perfume, but

one he doesn’t know. On top of the burgundy sofa, hangs a painting depicting a
village from the 17 century.
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