Joel realised that Samuel hadn’t seen his note.
‘I just nipped down into the street. I couldn’t sleep.’
Samuel turned his head slowly and looked at his watch. It was past two.
‘I’ve never understood why you always go wandering around at night,’ he said. ‘You’ve done it ever since you were a little lad. You go riding round on your bike. Or you lie down and go to sleep in a bed outside in the garden. In the middle of winter.’
Joel looked at him in astonishment.
So Samuel knew all about what Joel had always thought was a secret: that Joel went out on his bike at night and rode around the streets of the little town where they lived. He’d known about it, but never said anything.
It seemed that Samuel understood Joel’s astonishment.
He smiled.
‘You didn’t think I knew about it,’ he said.
‘No.’
‘You didn’t think I’d woken up when you crept out as quietly as you could?’
‘No.’
‘But I did. I wondered what you were up to, of course. But I thought it better not to ask.’
‘Why not?’
‘Because you always came back. I suppose I thought you must be going on one of your adventures.’
Joel wanted to ask more questions, but Samuel raised a hand to indicate that he shouldn’t do. The pain was coming back.
It immediately came back to Joel as well.
They carried on like this until morning. But without Joel being able to remember how it happened, he had evidently gone to bed and fallen asleep.
And he had dreamt. It seemed as if he were running around inside himself. As if it were raining inside his head. Samuel had been trying to open an umbrella, but the umbrella turned into a bird that suddenly flapped away.
Joel woke up with a start. At first he didn’t know where he was. Then it all came back to him. When he turned his head he saw that Samuel’s bed was empty. He jumped out of bed in panic. As he did so the door opened and Samuel walked in. He had started getting dressed. But his braces were hanging down, which must mean he had been to the lavatory. Joel could see that he was still in pain.
Samuel sat down on the edge of his bed. He looked even more ashen now, as the morning light shone in through the gap in the curtains.
‘It’s only five o’clock,’ he said, ‘but I think I’d better go to the hospital.’
It was immediately clear to Joel that his dad must be in far more pain than he could comprehend. Samuel would never normally even consider the possibility of going to a doctor. Never mind a hospital.
‘I’ll come with you,’ said Joel, starting to pick up his clothes which were still wet.
‘No,’ said Samuel. ‘It’ll be better if you stay here at the hotel. You never know how long it’s going to take at a hospital. I’ll give you some money for food. I’ve spoken to the woman down in reception.’
‘But what can I do here?’ Joel complained, realising that he sounded like a whining child.
‘You’ll manage,’ said Samuel. ‘I’ll phone from the hospital if it’s going to take a really long time.’
His tone of voice was very firm, and Joel could see there would be no point in protesting. He sat down on his bed and watched Samuel getting dressed. He was obviously in great pain. Every movement hurt.
‘A taxi is coming to pick me up,’ he said, taking out his wallet.
‘I’ve got some money,’ said Joel.
Samuel seemed surprised.
‘You mean you’ve got some money of your own?’
‘I’ve got fifteen kronor. That’ll be enough.’
Samuel took out three ten-kronor notes and put them on the bed.
‘It’s better to have too much than too little,’ he said. ‘But you don’t need to spend it all. Unless it’s necessary.’
Joel helped Samuel on with his jacket.
‘Is it serious?’
Samuel pulled a face.
‘No,’ he said. ‘I’ll be OK as long as I can get to a doctor.’
That told Joel that it really was serious.
Samuel was afraid. And he was a bad liar. Much worse than Joel.
Joel wanted to go down to the lobby with him, but Samuel pointed at the bed.
‘You’ve got to get some sleep,’ he said. ‘I won’t be away for long. And then we can go and look for Mummy Jenny.’
In fact, he’s only too pleased to be able to put that off, Joel thought. But he didn’t say anything.
Samuel nodded and patted him on the shoulder.
‘Everything will be OK as soon as I see a doctor,’ he said.
Samuel left. Joel looked at the picture hanging on the wall. The young man was playing the violin. The woman with the big breasts seemed to be looking straight at him. Her mouth was half open, as if she were saying something.
It won’t be OK at all, said the woman in the picture.
The violin screeched away in the background.
‘Oh yes it will,’ said Joel.
Then he carefully took down the picture and leaned it against the wall. With its back to the room.
There was a lump of old chewing gum stuck to it.
Right in the middle of her backside, Joel thought angrily. Why does she have to say that things won’t be OK?
Joel hung up his clothes to dry.
Then he snuggled down between the sheets again.
After a while he moved over to Samuel’s bed. He tried to picture Samuel in his mind’s eye. Getting out of the taxi and entering the hospital.
But he was far too tired. His thoughts ran away from him. He was soon fast asleep.
He was woken up by somebody tapping on his head. He tried to duck down under the covers, but the tapping continued. As he became increasingly wide awake, he realised that it was in fact somebody belting hard on the door. He wound a blanket round his naked body and went to open it. There was a chambermaid standing outside. She looked angry.
‘It’s nearly midday,’ she said. ‘If this room is going to get cleaned today, I need to do it now.’
Midday, Joel wondered, somewhat confused. Had he really slept for as long as that?
‘I’ll be back in ten minutes,’ said the chambermaid.
Joel closed the door. Samuel had taken his watch with him. He started to get dressed as quickly as he could. His clothes were dry, so he must have been asleep for a long time.
When the chambermaid knocked on the door again, Joel was just hanging the picture back up on the wall. He wondered if the chambermaid would need paying. And where was Samuel? Why hadn’t he come back?
The chambermaid came in and gave him a dirty look.
‘How on earth can anybody stay in bed until twelve o’clock?’ she said. ‘But it’s none of my business, I suppose.’
Exactly, Joel thought.
‘There’s a lump of chewing gum stuck on the back of the picture,’ he said. ‘But it wasn’t me who put it there.’
Then he left. Before she had time to say anything.
On the way down to reception he tried to make up his mind what he was going to do. He was hungry. But where was Samuel? He could feel his fear beginning to return.
The bald man was back on duty. He nodded to Joel, and gave him a friendly smile.
‘I’m sorry to hear that your dad has been taken ill.’
‘He’ll soon be OK again,’ said Joel. ‘Hasn’t he rung?’
‘Not yet. But it usually takes a long time at hospital.’
Joel looked at the wall clock. Ten minutes past twelve. He’d slept half the day away. But at least he’d made good use of the bed Samuel had paid for. That was some consolation. Not much, though.
‘It’s stopped raining,’ said the man, pointing towards the window. ‘I think it would do you good to get some fresh air.’
‘But what if Samuel rings while I’m out?’
‘I’ll make a note of what he says for you.’