The Afterthought

There's an island off the coast of Sweden, called Örland. It's so small I call it the afterthought. I go there every year over summer vacation. I stay in some houses my great-great-grandmother bought in an auction. Recently, we've had to sell part of the lot. Whoever lives there, I'll have to brave out the the summer with. Fingers crossed it's not someone totally horrible. Then again, with my luck it'll probably be some 4 year old who can't even talk yet, let alone someone actually fun!