They both knew well enough. The rain would go on, the boat would grow heavy, the waves would come in over the stern, she’d sink in her lines. But how deep would she sink, and would the rocks on the bottom knock her to pieces, or was it calm down there despite the storm, and how deep was it, how many meters…?
“Did you admire him?” Jonna asked.
“Naturally. But being a father wasn’t easy for him”
“Not for mine, either,” Jonna said. “It’s funny. You actually know very little. We never asked, never tried to find out about the things that were really important. We didn’t have time. What was it we were so busy with?”
Mari said, “Work probably. And falling in love—that takes an awful lot of time. But we still could have asked.”
Viktoria. Fair Play. Tove Jansson. New York Review Books. 2011.
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