“We kissed. Then, gently extracting herself from my embrace, she smiled and waved a goodbye before getting into the car. I remember that our eyes met and I said something about going to buy sausage for dinner – like I sometimes did – sausage made from horsemeat – and she gave a wry smile at the wellworn joke, saying she wasn’t sure she’d make it for dinner, she’d call…”

Kata’s call takes its time in coming, however, and in the meantime Einar goes for a walk with his dog. His thoughts turn to Kata and her son, to his father – an alcoholised saxophone player who has known better days – with whom he has lived all these years. And to his mama, a country girl turned singer, pondering how their fates were all entwined … Until the phone rings shrilly and nothing is ever the same again.

“…an entertaining book…”
THE WEEKLY PAPER