27.12.2006
Six
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A little later Jón is fighting the Northwind of January.
According to the Beings´ orders he has at last taken up the habit of dressing according to each weather-outlook, just as said before.
They were getting very tired of his constant sick-leaves.
-You´ll jeopardise our planning with your behaviour, some tone of anger is audible in their otherwise monotonous voice.
From now on you´re to wear warm clothes Jon and you better eat garlic.
Your lack of punctuality has become quite intolerable, because we have to attend to Selected ones all over your Earth.
If you want to stay Selected you must change your habits.
As you well are awear of you´re supposed to have arrived in these ruins at eight pm each Thursday, local time.
If you won´t alter your habits we´ll have to eliminate you from our list of Selected ones.
Then every knowledge we´ve given you will be erased from your memory.
Jon Jonsson, who´s just turned eighteen and has many interests other than revelutionizing the Earthlings´ way of thinking, incl. girls, becomes
terrified and promises solemnly a change of habits.
He´s rankled by the Beings´ scolding, don´t they really know that it´s not habitable among Icelandic teenagers to wear warm clothing in the wintertime.
He has no urge being some kind of a sissy;
a mother´s boy, like this Loki whom he´s
about to make inquiries about. Jon openes the gate and walks toward the newly painted blue and white house;
he´s especially energetic when it comes to the maintenance of their house, Loki´s father.
That won´t be his own father´s obituary notice, he says to himself, when he reaches out and rings the doorbell.
The door gets opened in quite an usual way by the housewife;
named Fridsemd (Peacefulness) as Jon recalls.
He remembers that once his hair was cut by this lady, when she was working at Hordur´s Barber Shop in the green corrugated-iron shed on
the Skolavegur (School-street).
He also remembers seeing her dragging along the street, often with her eldest at her side in all kinds of weather.
When he´d asked his mother what was bothering Loki´s mum, she´d answered with undisguised admiration, that she´d lost her health, when a child had died in her womb.
-Yes, how can I help you, dear?
-Oooo, Jon has forgotten what he was going to say.
-Aren´t you Jon the son of Kolla who lives here in the street?
-Uh...ye.
-You don´t have to be afraid of me, my dear Jon, I´m not used to bite off people that knock on my door.
-Bite, Jon eats up after her.
No look here, I´ve come to inquire about Loki your son.
-Loki?
But he´s not here.
How come you´re asking about him, Jon , and suddenly there´s more rigour in her voice.
She now recalls that a few years ago her Loki came home crying when Jon and his two friends had treated him badly.
-Where is he, if I may ask?
-He is in the Junior-College at Laugarvatn, where he´s learning with great ardor, thus making himself and us proud, she says and there´s some pride in
her voice.
But I´m afraid that is hardly what can be said about you, poor thing.
I´ve had the understanding from your mother your only habit is hanging around doing nothing, a boy your age!
The only time you go out is to wander in the moors.
-Is that what she has to say about me, well I´ll be dog gone, and some intolerance seems to be bugging him.
He should´ve known that his neighbours in the street had the opinion that he were some no-good idler who neither bothered attending school nor work.
That he only had the mind to lie over some no-good books or visit the heather.
-But to tell you the truth, Fridsemd, because it concerns you, just as the whole mankind;
there´s maybe no more reason for you ...
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