Voyage 2002

"Lotta is still with you," he whispered. May 2002 / Benny

He took a sip of tea, put his feet up on the coffee table and - with a barely noticeable movement - put his reading glasses from his head to his nose.

Frida sat next to him on the sofa, leaning against him. It was uncomfortable, but that didn't matter. Having her near him was precious and so was that wonderful perfume in his nose. So he kept it the way it was.

Moreover, after the little trick with the glasses, he could read along with Frida's text messages.

Occasionally she chuckled. He glanced at her phone, but already knew who she was texting with.

"Maybe your kids would like to have a horse too?" Agnetha wrote.

He raised his eyebrows and Frida laughed loudly.

"I'll ask them," she typed back. "But it all went well, I guess?"

"Yes, Emma had a hard time for a while. Björn told me that Lena wants him back and that Emma knew about that."

"WTF!" Frida wrote.

He was surprised too. I'm sorry, Lena, but there's no way, girl. That woman really had no idea...

"Exactly that," Agnetha replied. "And I almost had a panic attack. Björn has assured me that he doesn't care about her, but still. I think I really need to jerk him off now. XD."

Frida laughed and he laughed too.

Almost immediately, she turned around.

She watched him with a look that was not to be trifled with. "How can you watch Animal Planet with those reading glasses on?"

He put his tea on the coffee table and quickly looked at the TV. He didn't know why, because there was no way he could talk himself out of this anyway. Almost immediately he gave up. "Well, that's a good idea from Agge, isn't it?"

She rolled her eyes and bent over her phone again.

"The fact that you seriously put on your glasses to read along is beyond shameless," she said.

"The fact that you share your entire sex life with each other is just as bad."

She made a waving gesture and typed a new message. "If you start hyperventilating, I'll come and help you with the three by six technique. I've mastered it since this afternoon."

"Naw, dear. Like I just said, I totally understand! And nice to go for a breather together! I fancy it."

Frida turned around again, giggled and then snuggled into him. Her thumbs passed over the keys. "Me too, Minsting. We'll be having a breathing party! But now I'm going to spend some time with Benny. I think he's trying to read along. A little while longer and he'll be asking if you've already... Björn."

He raised his eyebrows. "Witch!"

She looked up. "Yes, you! You're reading along like a curious old bitch."

"Yes, but I do so for Björn. The guy really has blue balls, by now. I'm trying to help him, so if I know when she'll..."

She burst out laughing. "Something in me says that he probably takes care of it himself from time to time. Don't you think?"

"LOL," came back from Agnetha. "Well, give that pianist my regards and let him pamper you. You need it. Love you, F! X, A."

"Love you too, Minsting. Thanks for everything today. XXX."

"Anytime."

She put her phone on the table and swung her reading glasses behind it. It was one of her throw-away glasses. In her house, there was one pair in every corner. She had them in all sizes, colours and weights. Nothing was more irritating than missing out, as was her motto.