'For God's sake,' she exclaimed, 'what took you so long? I know you're in!'
'Have you hurt yourself?' he stuttered in a frightened voice.
She marched past him and into the living room without waiting to be asked. Peeled off her grey jacket and left it in a heap on the floor.
'I got beaten up,' she muttered, touching her eye.
He closed the door and followed her, alarmed.
'Beaten up? By whom?'
She turned round and looked at him. She was as white as chalk and her eye really looked very nasty, she could barely see out of it. It had swollen up into a purple ball and he thought it might burst at any moment.
'By a bad-tempered creditor,' she said. 'I owe him some money.'
Alvar felt his heart sink.
'You've got to go to A &E,' he told her.
'Nope,' she said, shaking her head. 'There's no way I'm going to A &E. They don't want us, anyway, so I'm bloody well not going to bother them.'
He ignored her swearing and watched as she made herself comfortable on his sofa. She put her feet on the coffee table straight away.
'Could I stay the night?' she asked him.
Alvar gasped for breath. Had he heard her correctly? Stay the night, here in his flat? A woman, a total stranger?
'I'm not really sure,' he began, squirming like a worm on a hotplate. He was still standing with his hands folded across his stomach. He thought the room was starting to sway.
'On your sofa,' she said, watching him with her undamaged ice-blue eye.
'But,' he stammered, 'don't you have your own place?'
'Yes,' she said, putting her hand over her swollen eye. 'But he'll find me there and he's very upset. I need to keep out of his way until he's calmed down. Sod it, I tried to outrun him, but it's no good running in these boots.'
'Who's after you?' Alvar asked.
'Rikard. A dealer. I owe him twenty grand.'
Alvar gave her a horrified look. 'How much did you say?'
'I've no hope of ever finding that kind of money,' she groaned. 'And if I can't get it, he's going to beat the crap out of me.'
Alvar bit his lip. 'But you've got to find some sort of solution,' he said feebly.
'You think I don't know that?' she replied sarcastically. Then she sighed deeply and sincerely and dug a packet of cigarettes out of her pocket. Alvar instantly went to the kitchen to find a bowl for the ash. Eventually he managed to sit down. He watched her as she lit her cigarette, watched her damaged face in horror.
'Can you see out of that eye?' he asked quietly.
'Are you thick or something?' she replied simply.
'Does it hurt?'
'I can handle it, I'm no sissy.'
'So what are you going to do?' he asked.
She shrugged. 'No idea. But I'm probably going to hell eventually and I've always known that. Bloody stupid idea to buy drugs on credit, but I had no choice. And then the tosser has added a ton of interest. I guess he'll break my nose next time. Or my front teeth. His right hook is like a piston.'
She looked at him again. 'Can I stay the night?'
Alvar felt that he had crossed a line and a vast void was opening up. Now he was clinging to the edge and he clenched his fists so hard his knuckles ached. The word 'no' was ringing in his ears, filling his mouth, but it was refusing to come out.
'Well,' he said in a little voice, 'I can probably find a blanket somewhere. One night wouldn't hurt, I suppose.'
He stressed the word 'one'. At the same time he was horrified at this development. She is devouring me, he thought, where will it end?
'You're one of the good guys,' she said suddenly.
Her smile reached up to her healthy eye.
Alvar felt warm all over.
'Others would have said no,' she said, as if this surprised her.
'Well,' he said modestly, 'it's no big deal to let you have the sofa just for the one night.'
Again he stressed the word 'one'.
'By the way, sleeping on that sofa is not a bad idea, I sometimes have an afternoon nap on it,' he confessed, 'and I never end up with a bad back or anything like that.'
She began laughing. She puffed blue smoke out into the air looking quite comical with her swollen eye.
'You're really quite all right,' she said.
Her voice was both teasing and affectionate.
'All right how?' he wanted to know.
'You know. A bit different. Like an old woman.'
Alvar tightened his lips. What sort of description is that? he thought. I'm not effeminate, I never have been, I'm one metre eighty-seven tall and fairly broad-shouldered.
'Are you hurt?' she smiled.
'Certainly not,' he lied, crossing one leg over the other and brushing away a speck of dust.
Suddenly she put her feet on the floor and got up from the sofa. She had spotted the kitten. Now she went over to pick him up and take him back with her to the sofa.
'He's such a sweetie,' she said, stroking the kitten's head. 'When I was a little girl I always wanted to have a kitten, but I never got one. Those people gave me nothing.' Her voice was angry, bitter. 'But I can pretend that he's mine. Hello, kitty,' she chirped, 'I'm going to visit you lots and lots and you will be mine. I'll fuss over you and take care of you for ever and ever.'
Her words sent a chill down Alvar's spine. Had she not just declared that she would keep coming back, to his flat, to his kitten? What had he started?
She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. The kitten settled on her lap and started purring.
'Do you know what I fancy right now?' she said, looking at him. Alvar was tormented by her bruised eye. He shook his head nervously.
'Hot chocolate,' she said softly. 'Hot chocolate with lots of sugar. Please would you make me some, please, please, please?'
Alvar was not sure if he had any cocoa as he preferred tea or coffee. But there might be something in a packet somewhere, probably well out of date. He got up to check, driven by her needs in a way he resented. Again he felt like a servant. And this confused him, because he was in charge of his own life. Now with her simple request she had switched their roles. He opened the cupboard and had a look inside. Searched among bags of flour and spaghetti and rice for the brown cocoa packet. And there in the furthest corner he discovered some Kakao Express. Well, why not? he thought. It'll warm her up and she probably needs that. And they had to do something to pass this long evening. He found some milk in the fridge and poured it into a saucepan. Put it on the stove. Found a mug and a teaspoon and a bowl of sugar. From where he was standing he could see into the living room. Help, he thought, there's a stranger in my flat and she'll be here right until tomorrow morning. I can't find the words, I won't be able to talk to her, she has taken all my power from me and I'm helpless. He added cocoa powder to the milk and stirred with a wooden spoon; steam quickly started to rise. We're in a labyrinth, Lindys and I, and now we've run into each other on one of the many crooked paths, and we can't get past each other, everything has ground to a halt. My breathing, my heart, what am I going to do, move to a hotel for two weeks, so she'll think I've sold the flat? He instantly realised how ludicrous this idea was, as he struggled to find a solution. The milk was starting to boil, so he took the saucepan off the hob and poured the milk into a mug. Added a few extra spoonfuls of sugar and brought her the drink.