Voyage 2002

"I told you you'd think it's crazy!" May 2002 / Frida

"It's open!" Agnetha yelled, after Frida had knocked on her door.

She stepped inside and saw Agnetha get up from the bed.

"Hey, hotty! What's up? How was your flight?"

"The flight was okay and I wasn't. So everything was fine," Agnetha replied, as they walked toward each other and hugged.

"Before I plop down on the bed next to you to catch up... " Frida said, "I have fixed a driver at three o'clock. There's a store down there with designer clothes. It's out of this world. We're going there to pick something for tomorrow. My treat."

Agnetha looked up. "Huh, how so?"

"Three reasons," she replied. "One: because we're gonna shine like crazy, two: because we're going to make Björn and Benny sweat the whole time, and three: because we can."

Agnetha chuckled. "Don't you think the men have suffered enough by now?"

"Maybe, but we'll make sure they know who they are worshiping," she replied, still as persistent.

"Do you honestly have any doubt about that?" Agnetha asked, laughing. "The way he looks at you, Frida! Do you need glasses? Maybe you don't see things clearly anymore? You're getting older, don't you?"

"Shut it, Minsting! You have made your point," she said, chuckling, grabbing Agnetha's arm. "Come here, by the way."

Agnetha raised her eyebrows and let herself be pulled toward her. Frida positioned her in front of the mirror and stood behind her. Her arms wrapped around her waist. "Say 'Björn'."

Agnetha looked at her frowning. "Huh?"

"Just, say 'Björn'."

She put both hands around Agnetha's head and turned her face back to the mirror.

Agnetha frowned for another moment, shrugged, but then said, "Björn..."

Frida burst out in laughter. "Check out those eyes. Oooooooh, she's beaming! Just the mention of his name and Aggy pops through the roof!"

Agnetha turned to her, chuckling. "Oh, Frida, really. It's so incredible!"

"Well, I'm glad for you. You deserve it, honey. Really!"

"Thank you, Fridan. Thank you. But you too! What about you and that pianist? I've hardly spoken to you for a couple of days."

Frida walked over to the minibar and opened it.

"What would you like to drink?" she asked, ignoring Agnetha's question.

"A coke, please."

"You? A coke?"

Agnetha grimaced. "Yes, I guess I'm hungry."

Frida reached for the menu and handed it to Agnetha. "Here you go, room service. The salad with chicken and goat cheese is fantastic!"

"Oh, yeah, right. Go ahead."

Grinning, she looked at Agnetha. "I understand I'm the one who's going to call them?"

Agnetha was startled for a moment. "Sorry, I didn't mean..."

She grabbed the menu from Agnetha's hands and smiled. "It's okay, Minsting. It was always like this."

"Yes? Right?"

Frida grabbed her hand. "You love so much to be taken care of, don't you..."

"By you I do, yes. After all, you always did ... so I think it's become a bit of a routine."