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towards the water. Simon got to his feet unsteadily and held the case and the tin out over the side. ‘It feels as if I ought to sing something.’

‘Like what?’

‘I don’t know.’

He threw the objects into the sea and sat down again. Anna-Greta picked up speed. It felt as if they had just gone through some kind of ritual together, which was why he had got the idea about the song. He didn’t know what kind of ritual it was, or what it meant. No song came into his mind. Just an emptiness and a sense of dread that grew and grew while they were in Nåten, developing into sheer terror by the time they moored at the jetty back home and said goodbye.

He was afraid of what was going to happen to Marita and he was afraid of Marita. Of what would happen now the mask was off and everything was out in the open.

Life with a junkie. The episodes are so tedious, and you’ve heard it all before. Let’s just say that after this Marita made no effort to hide her addiction. She didn’t spend many more days on Domarö that summer.

She held it together during the autumn, and her performances at the Chinese Theatre were stunning. Then things went downhill. Simon would go looking for her at addresses of ill-repute and would manage to get her into some kind of treatment for a short period. Then she would disappear again. She missed a couple of shows and was nowhere to be found, until Simon got a call from Copenhagen and went over there.

And so on, and so on.

He had called Anna-Greta and Johan to invite them to the Chinese Theatre. They came and were amazed. Then Johan rang and asked about other places where they could go to see illusionists, and when Simon called back it was Anna-Greta who answered.

After that they got into the habit of ringing each other once a week or so. Anna-Greta was completely self-sufficient, but she was also quite lonely. She let it be known, without going into detail, that she had been involved in certain activities which meant that certain people didn’t want anything to do with her.

She enjoyed Simon’s anecdotes from the theatrical world, and sympathised with his concerns for Marita. As spring moved intosummer they both came to depend on these conversations, and became sulky and anxious if anything got in the way and led to the postponement of that week’s call.

Via a hundred kilometres of copper cable they became friends, but neither of them touched on the topic of love with so much as a word. That wasn’t the point; they were just two people with very different lives who could nevertheless meet on a level of mutual conversation. They understood each other, and they enjoyed each other’s company. There was no possibility of anything else between them.

And Marita? What happened to her?

That was anybody’s guess.

There was nothing to suggest that her drug use was increasing, and after a couple of lapses she was as reliable as before when it came to performances. But as soon as she had the opportunity, she disappeared. Simon heard from acquaintances that she was enjoying herself in various clubs at night, often with other men.

He had given up on her. When she asked for help he always gave it, but he no longer harboured any illusions of a normal home life with her, a woman who was too beautiful for her own good—or anyone else’s. To avoid tempting fate, Simon put together a program that he could perform solo, and accepted a couple of bookings.

His attitude was stoical. As long as things didn’t get any worse, he could cope. He had promised to love Marita for better or worse, and if he could no longer love her, he saw it as his duty at least to keep his promise when it came to the hard times.

One spring day Simon was walking along Strandvägen on his way down to the Chinese Theatre to discuss possible future bookings with the management. The leaves on the trees were just bursting into life, and all the happy little birds were chirruping away. Simon kept his eyes fixed on the ground, thinking about nothing.

Then a smell reached his nostrils. At first he couldn’t even say what it was, but his chest expanded, he was suddenly able to breathe and tears came into his eyes. He looked up and saw that he had reached Norrmalmstorg. The smell was coming from the quayside atNybro, and it was the sea he could sense. That faint hint of salt that would grow stronger further away, further out. Out on Domarö.

He straightened up and filled his lungs with air. Not long to go. Despite financial pressures he had kept this summer free so that he could spend five, maybe six weeks on Domarö. He would have liked to stay longer, but Marita had expensive habits and he couldn’t actually conjure up money, even if he made it look as if he could.

Perhaps I ought to do something out there? Try to arrange things so that I get a couple of bookings nearby?

He stopped on the edge of Berzelii Park and looked out towards Nybrokajen. That was when he got the idea.

Escape

Everyone had been waiting for it for almost a month now. At first it had been just a rumour, then posters had gone up. And then, the day before yesterday, it had even been mentioned on the radio. That magician who rented the cottage from Anna-Greta was going to perform his escapology number just by the Domarö steamboat jetty.

The time was set for twelve o’clock. Curious spectators began arriving from the mainland and from other islands as early as ten o’clock, to be sure of getting a good place and to sound out the terrain. You could see them walking around the jetty, staring down into the water to see if they could spot any special equipment to help him

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