25.5.2009
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About the time Didi Stina and her husband were getting ready for bed, the phone rang. It was Solla friend. She told Didi Stina that Cod-biter had fallen asleep.
"Is he there with you?"
"Yes, of course."
"And?"
"Nothing much."
Didi Stina had gotten excited and started to smile. She signaled to Kalli Sandfeldt to come closer as she turned on the phone's speaker: "OK, let's hear."
"Shouldn't I just call you tomorrow?"
"What is this, Solla, you must have something to say."
"He could wake up. I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Just one thing: how was he?"
"He says he loves you."
"What damned nonsense."
"No, I think he's serious."
This news hit Didi Stina badly, and Kalli Sandfeldt felt like a frozen fish, with a deep-felt anger boiling inside.
"Was he drunk?"
"No, stone sober. He says that he's never loved any woman but you."
"Is he crazy, the nitwit!"
"No, I don't think so. He just can't get it up."
"Come again."
"He can't get it up. I think he just talks a good line."
"I'm flabbergasted."
"I'll talk to you tomorrow."
"Take him swimming with you tomorrow morning; you say you've had good results at the pool."
"We'll see."
After the phone call, the couple had a lot to discuss. Although Kalli Sandfeldt had not been completely happy about the call, he was glad that Didi Stina had had the initiative to get Cod-biter a woman.