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A female voice right behind him continues as he turns around: “Are you

Tom Halvorsen?”
She must have been there under one of the roofs next to the garbage

containers.

"Eh, yeah. I am. And who might you be?” he answers back to woman. She
walks a few steps closer towards him, now the light from the wind trap

illuminates her. Tom makes a greeting gesture to her.

"How do you know?" he continues, slightly shaken. It bothers him that he
did not see her come – never leave your backside open. "Well, my name is Inge-

Lise, I have been waiting for you. Come along now," says the old woman.
"Well, wha-" He doesn’t get to finished the sentence, before she starts

moving. She leads him on to the big white house, which is a posh nursing home.

She pushes a big red button and two glass doors moves aside, granting them
entrance to the complex The two glass sliding doors slide back in place behind,

as the walk in to the small foyer of the nursing home.

"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