'Hiya!' It came from the living room. He froze instantly.
'I let the cat in,' he then heard. 'And afterwards I took a shower. You don't mind, do you?'
Several seconds of silence followed. 'You don't mind, do you, Alvar?'
He wanted to take a step forward, but he was paralysed. Finally he forced himself to move. She was lying on his sofa under a blanket. She propped herself up on her elbow, supporting her head in her hand.
'You can stop staring at me,' she said, 'I'm not a ghost.'
'But,' he struggled to find the words. 'But,' he said again and could manage nothing else.
She sat up on the sofa and arranged the blanket across her lap.
'I just needed some time out,' she explained. She reached for a mug on the coffee table. The kitten was asleep in an armchair. Alvar was speechless.
'I've made myself a cup of tea,' she went on, drinking from the mug. She slurped the tea. 'Well, go on, sit down. I don't bite.'
'But,' he said for the third time. He looked out into the kitchen, he stared out of the window, he did not understand a word of it.
'You can relax,' she said drily, 'there's no one else, only me.'
'Did I leave the door open?' he croaked.
'No, why would you think that? You're not absent-minded, Alvar. I've got a key.'
She picked up something from the coffee table. The metal gleamed in the light.
He took a step closer to the sofa. He was indignant now because he could not understand how that had happened, he could think of no explanation.
'But how did you get hold of that?' he finally managed to ask.
'From the key cupboard in the hall,' she said lightly. 'Most people have more than one set. I took it the last time I was here. I thought I could let myself in and out. You don't mind, do you?'
She peeked up at him with her ice-blue eyes.
He finally collapsed into a chair. The kitten was purring. Lindys drank her tea. Alvar sat like a log, trying to compose himself. Her eye had healed, he noticed. The grey jacket she always wore lay in a heap under the coffee table. He closed his eyes. Unable to take in what had happened.
'For Christ's sake,' she said suddenly, 'you don't need to make such a drama out of it, I'll leave soon, I promise.'
'But the key,' he whispered. 'You can't just help yourself to things like that, people just don't do that.'
'Yes,' she said. 'I do. I help myself. Whereas you never do.' She smiled, showing her sharp teeth.
'I've been thinking of moving,' he said abruptly. It just burst out of him.
She laughed out loud.
'Oh, you're so naive, matey!'
He bowed his head.
'Now take off your coat. Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?'
He shook his head. No, he was screaming on the inside, no, no, no!
'You're nervous,' she said more mildly this time. 'I can tell. But surely you can see that I'm not high?' She spread out her hands and beamed at him.
No, she was not high. And she was more brazen than ever, he thought.
'But you know,' she carried on, 'that's not something that can continue for very long.' She smoothed the blanket a little. 'I need a grand.'
He shook his head, terrified. She narrowed her eyes.
'You know what will happen if you say no,' she said, suddenly sounding vulnerable. 'I'll go cold turkey, and that's not a pretty sight.'
He bit his lip. Gave her a doubting look, wrung his hands in his lap.
'But don't you worry about that, I can always turn tricks. I would have to, anyway, in order to pay back what I owe you. You're thinking you won't ever see that money again, you think I'm robbing you blind and that I'll never repay you. You don't think very much of people like me.'
Her lower lip protruded, she was sulking.
'I'm not really sure,' he began.
'Exactly. You're like all the others. With your fine flat and your job and your cat and your savings while the rest of us are on the street living hand to mouth.'
He shook his head again.
'I don't want to be mean,' he said then. It felt as if he was falling down a pit. He fumbled for his wallet in the inside pocket of his coat, opened it and looked into the notes compartment.
The painting, he despaired. If this goes on, I'll never be able to afford it. It's like the bridge is sliding away from me and another person with a more forceful character will snatch it right before my eyes. A staunch, resolute man. A man who makes decisions without even blinking.
'I've only got five hundred in cash,' he whispered.
She turned her head angrily. 'Bloody plastic,' she said fiercely. 'I've got friends begging on the streets of Oslo and that's all they ever hear. I don't carry cash. I'm gonna get one of those little Visa terminals,' she said, 'and I'll swipe their bloody cards until they light up like a Christmas tree.'
He put the notes on the table for her, his hand was limp. She snatched them greedily.
'Just finishing my tea,' she said.
Has she stopped saying thank you? he wondered. Are we where I thought we would end up? Suddenly he felt exhausted. He rested his head in his hands and closed his eyes.
She immediately slammed her mug on the table with a bang. 'Why are you looking so tormented? You look like you're on your deathbed and you're clearly not.'
'I'm just a little tired,' he explained. He looked at the kitten. He wanted to lift him up and stroke his back, but he could not do it while she was looking, as if stroking the kitten was something terribly intimate.
'What have you got to be tired about?' she demanded.
He merely gave her a deep sigh in return.
'Oh, I get it, the picture,' she said, leaping up from the sofa. 'Anyway, it was nice to have a shower. I'm going to go now so you can get some peace. You don't need to get so stressed out just because you come home and find someone in your flat. Most people can handle that,' she claimed.
She retrieved her jacket from under the coffee table and put it on. Stood unsteadily on the high-heeled ankle boots. She went out into the hall. Alvar sat as before, immovable, with his head in his hands.
'See ya,' she called from the hall. He heard the door slam. Nevertheless he remained on his chair. And then a new wave of despair rolled over him. He had not got his key back.