‘My maiden name was Nilsson. Then I married a man whose surname was Rydén. I’m divorced now. But I’ve hung on to the name.’
It seemed to Joel that it was a good thing she was divorced. That meant there wasn’t a man waiting for her to come home to the flat she lived in.
But it also struck him that he had just acquired two sisters. Always assuming that what the agitated man in the changing room had told him was true.
‘Arne said that you had two daughters.’
‘Maria and Eva. Maria’s ten, and Eva’s nine.’
‘Was Rydén their father?’
‘Yes.’
They stepped into the lift. Joel could see in the mirror that his hair was all over the place.
They found themselves looking at each other in the same mirror.
The eyes, Joel thought. That’s where we’re similar. We have the same eyes. And we don’t like talking on the phone.
He tried to work out what it meant, having just acquired two sisters. Two younger sisters. He’d suddenly become a big brother.
Everything was happening too quickly. He didn’t think he could keep up.
The lift stopped.
Joel handed in his key at reception.
‘We won’t be away long,’ said Jenny Rydén. ‘In case his dad rings.’
‘We still haven’t heard anything from the hospital,’ said the bald man.
They stepped out into the street.
Jenny Rydén was serious now.
‘Is Samuel ill?’
‘He had a stomachache.’
‘Is that why you came to Stockholm?’
‘No. But he started having stomach pains last night.’
‘I hope it’s nothing serious.’
So do I, Joel thought. But he didn’t say anything.
They went to a park with lots of lawns, lots of gravel paths, and lots of benches. Jenny asked if he wanted anything to eat or drink. But he said no.
It was clear to Joel that he wasn’t the only one having trouble in thinking of what to say. She was in the same boat.
It’s not simply a case of me finding my mum. She’s just found her son as well.
They eventually selected a bench to sit on. They put the box containing Celestine between them.
She gave the impression of bracing herself before making a big effort.
‘It was so cold,’ she said. ‘The winters were so cold, and the nights so long, and there was so much darkness and so much forest. There was so much ice, and so many people who never said anything. And nothing to do. I thought I was going mad. In the end, I couldn’t take any more. I just packed a suitcase and left.’
‘You had a green coat,’ said Joel.
‘Yes. I had a green coat. And all the time I kept thinking that what I was doing was absolutely wrong. That I ought to have taken you with me, at least. But I couldn’t. I couldn’t take you away from Samuel.’
That was something that had never occurred to Joel. The possibility of her taking him with her. If she had, he’d have grown up in Stockholm. With a step-father called Rydén. And two younger sisters.
Is that what he would have wanted?
He knew the answer to that. Nothing would have been able to make him want to do without Samuel. Despite the fact that he’d always been forced to be his own mum.
‘I’ve always been meaning to get in touch with you,’ said Jenny. ‘Write you a letter. Pay you a visit. But I’ve never managed it. Because I didn’t dare.’
Joel couldn’t understand why anybody wouldn’t dare to send a letter. He had posted lots of letters, with stamps on the envelopes that he’d drawn himself. And he’d made up the addresses.
But he didn’t say anything. Just now it seemed to make more sense for him to listen.
‘But now you’ve come,’ she said, taking hold of his arm again.
It seemed to Joel that this Jenny Rydén was extremely nervous.
He wondered if he would ever be able to bring himself to call her ‘mum’.
But maybe that wasn’t necessary. He could call her Jenny.
‘I have to get back to Autumn Light,’ she said. ‘I only have a couple of hours off.’
That was a relief as far as Joel was concerned.
They went back to the hotel and said goodbye in the street outside. She held on to both his arms. Joel found that a bit embarrassing. He thought that people passing by were staring at him.
‘Say hello to Samuel,’ she said. ‘I want to meet him as well now. Seeing as I’ve discovered that you are not dangerous.’
She let go of his arms and took a step backwards.
‘It’s amazing, how big you are.’
‘What was wrong with Samuel?’
She didn’t hear his question. He’d mumbled it. And he didn’t repeat it.
She took a pen and a piece of paper from her handbag. She noted down her telephone number.
‘Ring me this evening. Then we can meet tomorrow. I have the whole day off.’
‘I don’t know how long we’ll be staying here,’ said Joel.
But he’d still been mumbling. Or she hadn’t heard what he said again. And she didn’t ask.
Then she left.
Joel watched her go.
Jenny Rydén.
When he came to reception, he was told that there was still no message from Samuel. Joel was starting to get seriously worried now. But the bald man urged him to be patient. Joel was given his key. He was hungry. But he had no desire to eat on his own yet again. When he came to his room he lay down on Samuel’s bed and learned Jenny Rydén’s telephone number off by heart. Then he tore the bit of paper into little pieces and threw them into the wastepaper basket.
He looked at the table. Where the Celestine had been standing.
Jenny Rydén, he thought. Joel Rydén. But he backed away from that thought double quick. His name was Gustafson. Nothing else. Thoughts were racing around inside his head. What was it she’d said when they’d been sitting on the park bench? That there’d been too much forest?
He took a deep breath, and sighed. How could you abandon your son simply because there’d been too much forest?
There was so much he didn’t understand, it wasn’t even worth trying to do so.
He closed his eyes.
Now he could see MS Karmas again. Out at sea somewhere. Captain Joel Gustafson is on the bridge. They’re sailing in tropical waters. Dolphins are jumping alongside the ship. Another ship is approaching. He adjusts his telescope and sees that it is a Swedish cargo boat. He zooms in on the bows and sees that the ship’s name is MS Jenny.
He sat up. Why had there been no word from Samuel? Why was it taking so long?
He went down to reception. The bald man shook his head. Joel asked to borrow the telephone directory. There were two of them for Stockholm. After a lot of effort he succeeded in finding the Seamen’s Employment Exchange, and noted down the address. He found it on the map. It was quite close by. He checked the time. If he got a move on, he might be able to get there before they closed.
When he emerged into the street, he was like everybody else.
He was in a hurry.
They were still open. He opened the door of the Seamen’s Employment Exchange and went inside. The walls were covered in notices advertising various vacant jobs. A woman was sitting at a desk, filling in a football pools coupon.
‘I’d like a seaman’s discharge book, please.’
‘Are you fifteen?’ the woman asked.
‘Yes.’
She passed him some papers for him to fill in.
‘Two photographs,’ she said.
Then she gave him yet another sheet of paper.
‘The address of your doctor, please.’