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Veronica sighs and closes her eyes for a while.

Mizuho didn’t take off her gold necklace before entering the sauna, and Reidar can see that it’s starting to burn. Marie only lasted five minutes before she went off to the shower, and now the Japanese journalist leaves the sauna as well.

Veronica leans forward and rests her elbows on her knees, breathing through her half-open mouth as sweat drips from her nipples.

Reidar feels a sort of brittle tenderness towards her. But he doesn’t know how to explain the desolate landscape inside him, and that everything he does now, everything he throws himself into, is just random fumbling for something to help him survive the next minute.

‘Marie’s very beautiful,’ Veronica says.

‘Yes.’

‘Big breasts.’

‘Stop it,’ Reidar mutters.

She looks at him with a serious expression as she goes on:

‘Why can’t I just get a divorce …?’

‘Because that would be the end for us,’ Reidar says.

Veronica’s eyes fill with tears and she is about to say something else when Marie comes back in and sits down next to Reidar with a little giggle.