Days go by. Ken sighs:
-
I have lost the joy of sewing. It used to be my favorite hobby but when
it became my job it has slowly become very boring. It has nothing to do
with creativity anymore…
- I know what you mean. Customers ruin everything. That’s what I hated about working as a graphic designer. I felt like a puppet who just does what the customers say… and not what I myself think looks good. I make a great logo and the customer wants to change this and that and in the end I just feel ashamed of the final result. Come, dinner time!
- What is smelling so delicious? Ken asks when coming to the kitchen.
- I made pasta bolognese!
Kaarna comments:
- Mari is an amazing cook, but she cooks way too rarely! And I am amazing at setting the table. We make a perfect team!
- Oh god I’m full!
Kaarna throws herself on the sofa, but Mari quickly snaps:
- Don’t try to lay down. You have to go to that apartment viewing.
- I won’t get the apartment anyway, what’s the point of going? It’s a posh area and they want somebody who can afford the rent!
- May I suggest something different? Why don’t you stay here as my room mate? If you can squeeze yourself in the guest bed room, we can share the sewing room. There’s space for your drawing table too.
- Whaaaaaaaat….?!
The more they think about being roomies the better it feels.
- Can I place the TV in this room? Kaarna asks.
-
Yes maybe, but if I’m sleeping, you can’t watch it. Also if you’re
sleeping, I won’t use the sewing machine. Sleeping always comes first.
- Okay. I just don’t know where to get the money for hiring the gorilla and his moving truck again.
- We don’t need professionals. I’ll ask Hector.
- What about the Vespa?
- Leave that to me! Hector says with enthusiasm in his voice.
- Hector! I’ve driven that old car a million times! I know how it works! Let’s go already! Kaarna! Get up!
- Somebody needs to be fed… Hector mumbles and puts on the helmet.
After eating lunch at a gas station the trip back home goes without problems. Kaarna and Ken carry all the stuff inside. The weather is freezing and their thoughts are with Hector who is still riding the moped.
Hector made it! 350 km in a cold rain driving 50 km/h. That’s one heroic performance!
(218 miles. 31 miles per hour)
Warm clothes and hot chicken soup and then a hot sauna. Hector has earned some pampering.
Kaarna puts all the Schjerfbeck posters on the wall along with her own photographs. Mari asks:
- What about all these paintings?
- I’ll probably paint over them. I don’t like them anymore.
- Can I have these photos?
- Sure you can have them! I’m glad you like at least something I’ve created.
- I do like your foxes…
- Hush… I don’t want to think about that anymore.
- No, but I can use Mari’s account.
- Could we watch something? I need to escape the reality. There’s a secret ice cream stash in the freezer.
- Serial killers and ice cream. Is this how I’m going to spend the whole winter? I have nothing to look forward to.
- Your hippie soul needs adventures, right?
- Yes, I think so. It’s been really weird staying at one place after the summer on the road.
- Are you very disappointed about not being able to live in Nyland?
- No! I love living here in Melukylä. I was only trying to escape… I couldn’t bear to think about seeing Mari with somebody else. Good night, hippie.
- What does the old wisdom say about this? No berries means a winter with no snow? Or a very cold winter? Or a lot of snow? I can never remember.
- Excellent, Kaarna says sarcastically.
- I’m going to call to Post right now and ask if they have work for me until Christmas and then I’ll reply to the theater that I’m fully booked.
- Nothing… Just something.
- A funny bunny! Can you make me a calender for next year also?
- Maybe.
- Sorry girls, no. I’m going to bed right after preparing my packed lunch.
- Already?! It’s only half past seven! Mari wonders.
- Yes, I need to wake up before 5 a.m. The Post can’t wait!
- We could start spending more time at my home… I love watching movies with you after arguing about what to watch!
- Also I’m a bit nervous about the sewing room right there behind the curtain. I would hate to hear Ken coming in when we are making love. You really can be super loud sometimes. We wouldn’t even notice if he was there sewing!
- Stop talking. Ken is sleeping! Concentrate!
