Maj Sjowall - The Man on the Balcony

‘Did you both go home then?’

‘Oh no. We crept up and looked at the door. It had his name on it, see.’

‘Yes, I see. And what was his name?’

‘Eriksson, I think. We listened through the letter box too. We could hear him mumbling.’

‘Did you tell your mother about it?’

‘Humph, it was nothing. But it was funny.’

‘But you did tell your mother about what happened yesterday?’

‘About the cows, yes.’

‘Was it the same man?’

‘Ye-es.’

‘Are you sure?’

‘Almost.’

‘How old do you think this man is?’

‘Oh, about twenty at least.’

‘How old do you think I am?’

‘Oh, about forty. Or fifty.’

‘Is this man older or younger than I am, do you think?’

‘Oh, much older. Much, much older. How old are you?’

‘Twenty-eight. Well, can you tell me what happened yesterday?’

‘Well, Eivor and I were playing hopscotch in the doorway and he came up and stood there and said, “Come along with me, girlies, and you can watch me milking my cows.”’

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