The people in the small village to which our farm belonged
were very friendly and were genuinely glad that we had bought
the house and spent money to rebuild it. They wanted as to
move down there for good. Especially our closest neighbors
took care of us and looked after our house and the garden
when we were in Stockholm, the capitol of Sweden. We had become
good friends. They were a little younger than my wife and
me.
Then my wife became ill and died in springtime last year after
not more than a year of illness.
It was a chock to me. I hadn't realized how much her company
meant to me. I had always taken it for granted that we should
grow old together and share our time between our apartment
in Stockholm and the farmhouse.
After her death I didn't spend much time at the farmhouse.
I went there a couple of times during the summer to look after
things but left most of the work undone. The neighbors helped
a lot, cut the grass and looked after the flowerbeds. They
urged me to spend more time at the house. They would keep
me company they said.
This spring I retired from work as planned. I was sixty. I
didn't know really what to do. I had nothing planned. So I
decided to spend my time at the farmhouse and fix it up again
and see if that could be a life for me.
The people in the village were happy and wished me welcome
back. They invited me over whenever there was something to
celebrate, birthdays the most common.
My neighbor Karin made it a habit to come over to my house
a couple of times a week, "to look that I was all right,"
she said. She often brought homebred buns and we had a cup
of coffee. She also took the habit to look over my house and
do things when she thought it necessary. She also now and
them cooked for me and made so much at a time that I could
put several meals in the fridge. She and her husband really
looked after me and I began to feel comfortable and at ease.
The summer came with good weather. Karen's daughters now and
then accompanied her at her visits and I had fun talking to
them. My own two daughters spent a week or two each of their
vacations at the farm but they had a lot of their own and
their children to take care of so they could not stay for
very long. It was good to have them there, though.
In the beginning of august Karin told me that she and her
husband should go on vacation for two weeks. I could not help
but feel a little disappointed and told her that I should
miss her and her visits and cares. She smiled and was obviously
pleased to hear that. The next day she said that she had asked
her eldest daughter Lisa to come and visit me in her place,
of course if I didn't mind. I was glad and told her so. She
looked very pleased and said that she had asked Lisa to take
really good care of me.
A couple of days later Lisa showed up for the first time on
her own. She had accompanied her mother a couple of times
and I had met her at parties in the village.
Lisa was in her early thirties and lived on her own in a nearby
small town. She was ordinary good-looking, rather tall and
with a good figure. She was friendly and very easy to talk
with.
She took up her mother's habit of looking through the house
to see that it was in order. She had brought fresh pastries
although she apologized for not having baked them herself.
We had a nice time in the garden having coffee, talked and
enjoyed the good whether. Suddenly she said:
" I saw that you have a whirlpool bathtub in your bathroom.
I have never tried that. Can I use it some time?"
" Of course," I said, "you can use it anytime
you like. Do you want to do it today?"
"May I," she said and blushed a little for no obvious
reason, " I would like it very much. But then I have
to borrow a towel as well."
"No problem," I said standing up, " come on
and I will show you how it works."
We went into the house and to the main bedroom, my bedroom,
to get to the bathroom. On the way she showed a good knowledge
of my house. She went to the right cupboard and got towels
out.
In the bathroom I began to run a bath for her. She stood at
my side and I explained how to operate the different nozzles
and how to direct the jet streams.
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