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Thorbjørn

Thorbjørn, April 2017

- Hallo.

- Am I talking to William Magnusson?

- Yes?

- This is Thorbjørn Jensvoll. I'm married to your mother.

- Yeah, I've herd. Why are you calling me?

- The thing is, Grethe is quite sick now. She wants to talk to you.

- Well, I don't want to talk to her.

- William, it really would mean a lot to her.

- It would have meant a lot to me, if she hadn't been such a cunt, when I was growing up. Do you even know, what happened?

- I know a little bit. Your friend Chris was here, with his girlfriend. He told me some more. I've never met you or Nikolai, how could I know? Anyway William, the only thing is your mother might not be here for ever. Not like this. She's got dementia, and doctors don't really know how fast this will affect her. This might be your last change.

- I'm just happy if I finally get rid of her.

- Ok William... I know I don't know enough of the things you have cone through. I just wanted you to know. That's all.

- Yeah well. This was probably not what you expected either. Bet you're sorry now, that you ever got involved.

- No, it wasn't what I expected. You can say that. But I had some very good years with Grethe. And now I must help her.

- You must. I'm done with this shit.

- Chris said, that Nikolai might be more interested.

- He might. If he gets something out of it. But you don't seem that bad guy. Maybe even mum doesn't really deserve it. So friendly advice. Nikolai is bad news. Don't ever let him anywhere near you.