Samuel stood up.
‘You’d better take the map,’ he said. ‘I don’t think I’m as good at finding the way as I thought I’d be.’
Now it was Joel taking the lead. He kept checking the map to make sure they were going the right way. They soon came to the water. There was the Royal Palace, and there were bridges, hotels, museums, and most important of all, boats. But Joel was disappointed to find that there weren’t any cargo ships. Small white passenger boats, the occasional fishing boat. But no big ships. No ships of the kind that would need a sailor like Samuel, or a young boy like Joel who would be signing on for the first time.
‘Where are all the boats?’ he wondered. ‘Like the ones that you used to work on?’
‘Oh, they’ll probably be in the harbour at Värtahamnen,’ said Samuel. ‘Or in Frihamnen.’
Joel stopped dead, unfolded the map and looked up Värtahamnen. But that was miles away from where they were now.
It would have to wait until another day.
They continued on their way.
Samuel had started sweating. He couldn’t walk as fast as Joel, and several times used his handkerchief to mop his brow.
Joel stopped at the corner of a street. A large open square was spread out in front of them. If the city had been a forest, they would have come to a large clearing.
‘This is it,’ said Joel, after checking the map. ‘Medborgarplatsen.’
Samuel bit his lip. Joel found himself doing the same thing. He didn’t like copying what Samuel did, but he couldn’t help it.
There was a pavement café in the square. Samuel pointed at it and nodded.
‘I must have a cup of coffee,’ he said. ‘And something cold. Meanwhile you can scout around and see if you can find the shop.’
‘Shouldn’t we do that together?’
‘We have to find the place before we can do anything,’ said Samuel. ‘You’ll be best at doing that on your own.’
Joel left Samuel at the pavement café.
It felt as if he were setting out on the most important reconnaissance expedition of his life. He knew that was a childish thought, but he couldn’t help thinking the way he did. He was childish. And he’d decided he was going to stay that way for as long as he wanted to.
He suddenly stopped dead.
It had dawned on him where the limit was.
There was a river that childishness would never be able to swim over. And he would soon find himself on the bank of that river when he stood in front of Mummy Jenny and said:
Here I am. Joel.
He started walking round the square. Noticed how nervous he was. He could just make out Samuel somewhere in the background.
He was close to Mummy Jenny now. Assuming the letter from Elinor in Gothenburg was right. And it must surely be.
He continued walking round the square, looking for a grocer’s shop.
He paused several times, when he thought he had seen The Black Wave.
He found himself back at his starting point, and frowned. There wasn’t a grocer’s shop here.
He walked all the way round again. Same result. No grocer’s shop.
He was quite sure. He hadn’t overlooked it.
Samuel was stirring his empty cup with a spoon. Joel joined him at the table.
‘There is no shop,’ he said.
Samuel looked at him uncomprehendingly.
‘What do you mean, there isn’t a shop?’
‘You heard what I said. There isn’t a grocer’s shop in this square. What did it actually say in the letter?’
‘That Jenny works in a grocer’s shop in this square.’
‘How could she know that?’
‘Elinor would never write anything she wasn’t sure about.’
‘Have you got the letter with you?’
‘I left it at home.’
‘Why?’
‘I know exactly what it says. I’ve read it so many times, I know it more or less off by heart.’
Joel didn’t know where his anxiety came from, but it was suddenly there. It was as if a blast of cold wind had blown past.
He didn’t know what was the matter.
But he hadn’t made a mistake.
Something was very wrong.
5
The cold wind drifted away.
Then they started quarrelling. As far as Joel was concerned it was obvious that they should now start looking for the block of flats where Jenny lived, but Samuel thought they ought to wait.
‘Wait for what?’ Joel wondered. ‘There is no grocer’s shop. Perhaps there isn’t a flat either.’
‘Of course there is.’
As Samuel answered he beckoned to a waitress and ordered some more coffee.
‘You’ve just had a cup,’ said Joel.
‘It was very weak coffee.’
‘It will be getting dark by the time we find the place where she lives.’
‘I think we can wait for a bit. Besides, we don’t have Celestine with us.’
Joel could feel himself growing really angry. He wasn’t sure what was causing it. There was the business of the rucksack and The Black Wave. The harbour with the cargo ships being miles away from where they were. The grocer’s shop that didn’t exist. Samuel and all his cups of coffee. And finally that cold wind. Anxiety. The feeling that something was wrong.
It was something to do with the letter from Elinor. The letter he hadn’t been allowed to see for himself.
‘Hurry up and drink your coffee, and let’s get away from here.’
Samuel didn’t respond.
Joel stood up.
‘I’ll find the place where she lives myself.’
‘Sit down,’ said Samuel. ‘I think we should wait until tomorrow.’
‘Why do we always have to wait for everything?’
Samuel pointed up at the sky.
‘It’ll start raining again shortly.’
‘There are trams. And there are buses.’
‘Do you know which ones go where?’
‘You can find out.’
Samuel put his cup down on its saucer. He tried to sound firm and decisive.
‘We shall do as I say. We’ll wait until tomorrow.’
They started walking back to the hotel, the same way as they’d come. Samuel first, Joel following a couple of paces behind. As they approached the Royal Palace it started raining again. There was nowhere to shelter. The rain was bucketing down. By the time they reached the hotel they were soaked through and through. After drying himself down Joel was forced to put on one of Samuel’s shirts. He hung his trousers over the radiator.
Joel felt like a prisoner. Without any dry trousers, he was stuck in the hotel room.
He sat on the edge of his bed and carefully unfolded the wet map. There was the street where Mummy Jenny lived — Östgötagatan. They had been quite close by. But Samuel had insisted on waiting.
Joel knew full well it had nothing to do with the rain.
Samuel was lying on his bed. He hadn’t said a word since they got back to the hotel room. And now he’d fallen asleep. Joel had his back to him, but could hear the snores.
He didn’t know where the determination came from, but before he knew where he was, he had made up his mind. Carefully, so as not to disturb Samuel, he got up from his creaky bed.
Samuel’s suitcase was lying open on the floor. Joel searched through it, but the letter from Elinor wasn’t there. Joel felt in all the pockets in Samuel’s clothes, but it wasn’t there either.
So it was true. The letter really was at home.
He looked out of the window. Just for a brief moment he felt ashamed. He hadn’t believed that Samuel was telling the truth.
Perhaps the simple fact was that Samuel was nervous. He needed time to steel himself before meeting Jenny again.
But why couldn’t he just explain things as they were? Why did he need to hide behind lots of coffee cups all the time?