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Автор София Лундберг

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The Borough Press

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London SE1 9GF

First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019

Copyright © Sofia Lundberg 2017

English Translation © Alice Menzies 2017

Published by agreement with Salomonsson Agency

Jacket design © HarperCollinsPublishers Ltd 2019

Sofia Lundberg asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work

Alice Menzies asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this translation

A catalogue copy of this book is available from the British Library.

This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Source ISBN: 9780008277925

Ebook Edition © JANUARY 2019 ISBN: 9780008277949

Version: 2018-11-27

For Doris, heaven’s most beautiful angel You gave me air to breathe and wings to fly.

And for Oskar, my most precious treasure.

Contents

Copyright

Dedication

Epilogue

About the Author

The saltshaker.

The pillbox. The bowl of lozenges. The blood-pressure monitor in its oval plastic case. The magnifying glass and its red-bobbin-lace strap, taken from a Christmas curtain, tied in three fat knots. The phone with the extra-large numbers. The old red-leather address book, its bent corners revealing the yellowed paper within. She arranges everything carefully, in the middle of the kitchen table. They have to be lined up just so. No creases on the neatly ironed baby-blue linen tablecloth.