Cold Steal
“‘I’m sorry. I was trying to be as quiet as I could.’ ‘It’s all right. You didn’t wake me up and I have to be in early anyway.’ ‘I thought you weren’t at work until the afternoon?’ ‘Something’s come up. Can’t you sleep?’ ‘I was hungry and Kjartan needed a feed.’ There was a newspaper on the table that Drífa had been reading, scattered with the crumbs of a sandwich. Gunna poured herself orange juice, squinting at the clock and dismayed to see it was a few minutes past five and there was light out...side beyond the kitchen curtains. ‘That’s both of us then. Too early to be up and too late to be going back to sleep,’ she decided. ‘I’d best make some coffee.’ Drífa watched as Gunna set the percolator to run and disappeared back to the bedroom, emerging in uniform trousers and shirt.
‘Have you heard from Gísli?’ Gunna asked ‘Yesterday. He should be back tomorrow.’ ‘Already? That was a short trip, only two weeks. What did he say?’ ‘He said he’s staying ashore for a few weeks now.’ Gunna nodded and listened to the percolator hiss and mutter.MoreLess
‘Have you heard from Gísli?’ Gunna asked ‘Yesterday. He should be back tomorrow.’ ‘Already? That was a short trip, only two weeks. What did he say?’ ‘He said he’s staying ashore for a few weeks now.’ Gunna nodded and listened to the percolator hiss and mutter.MoreLess
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