Super Trouper

Bad Mom.

A few months had passed, Frida was going to therapy to recover her memory, but despite having managed to have some memories, the progress had not been very efficient, or at least she felt that it was not enough."I need to stop!" Frida exclaimed, removing her headphones and looking at Agnetha, still unable to look across the booth to where Benny and Björn were at the controls.

"Are you okay?" Agnetha asked worriedly.

"I'm exhausted," Frida replied, and it showed on her face. A week ago they were in Paris with Benny and Björn, she thought that maybe she would be more integrated into the responsibilities of the band, but traveling only exhausted her more.

"Frida, what's wrong?" Benny asked with a frown.

She sighed, she knew she should make a good excuse, but she just wanted to go home and sleep. "I don't want to continue today," she said. Neither of them knew what to say, Björn didn't want to force her because he knew the situation more or less, but Benny felt between a rock and a hard place, he couldn't keep excusing her anymore when he knew they had several commitments and an album to finish by the coming fall.

"Frida, can't we stay a while longer? We really need to finish this," he insisted seeing her leave the booth to the controllers, she really looked tired and fed up. Agnetha came out behind her.

"I wish I could tell you yes but I feel like I'm going to pass out at any moment," she replied. Benny sighed and didn't say anything else, he just sat at the controls so as not to lose his sanity. Björn and Agnetha looked at each other, they didn't know how to intervene. Frida stared at him for a few seconds thinking how to proceed, but she didn't think about it anymore and turned around, sometimes she didn't understand, he swore that he loved her and that she would do everything for her to be fine, but sometimes when they were working he was so strict that she might think otherwise.

Agnetha decided to follow her and had to walk a little faster, because Frida had already gone ahead of her. "Hey, wait for me. I'll take you," Agnetha raised her voice a little so she could hear. Frida turned around to look at her just as she stopped.

"Sure?" She asked at the same time that she frowned because the brightness outside annoyed her.

"Come to the car with me," Agnetha told her taking the keys out of her bag and headed to her car, Frida followed her going directly to the passenger seat. The car had many things, including children's toys, Agnetha quickly and sorrowfully tried to free the seat by pushing everything back. "Sorry, the kids have part of the toy store here," she joked, drawing a smile from Frida.

"You should take them home before the end of the summer so we can spend some time in the pool," was an idea that came to her suddenly, she felt the constant need to be with children and try to recover memories of her childhood through them, or perhaps her young children, but nothing she had tried was effective.

"Of course!" She immediately accepted. "I'll tell Björn I'm staying with them on Sunday, okay?" Agnetha proposed.

"Sunday works for me," Frida gave her approval. Agnetha took her home, she thanked her and she said goodbye to her praying to have energy for the next day to continue recording the Super Trouper album. Frida entered the house, only Hans and Peter were at home who had recently arrived from school, Lotta and Heléne were with their other parents. "How was your day?" Frida asked clearly tired.

"Fine! Lots of things to do," Hans replied. "Why are you home so early?" He added, knowing that when they had recordings the hours were extended.

"I'm tired, I can't work anymore today," she explained. "I'll go take a nap, if you need me call me." Frida went straight up to her bedroom to get comfortable and sleep for the rest of the afternoon, that was her plan and she planned to execute it. She put on her red silk robe, lately she enjoyed wearing the most provocative ones she had. She then closed the curtains so that the light wouldn't continue to enter the room and create a more relaxing environment; she subsequently unmade the bed and crawled into her warm soft blanket adjusting her pillow until comfortable.