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When he came back, she had been waiting alone in the cabin for almost two hours.She wandered about like a wandering spirit, her mind wandering between hope and despair, distress and faith.What would happen if they guarded that mailbox?What would happen if Thomas didn't defend himself?What if they followed him and he led them straight to her only safe hiding place? bring it on!look!Thomas has returned.He'll be careful, no problem. Why did he take so long?Did the police arrest him? The sound of his footsteps on the tin roof of the cabin startled her, even though every cell in her body longed to hear his footsteps.Then someone opened the hatch.

She hid behind the set-up chainsaw, eyes closed and waited, like a mouse in a corner. All those people are going to die! He is alone.He went down the ladder, then stood still, looking around. Sibylla? She came forward. How did it take so long? He walked over to the coffee pot, turned on the heater, and threw more coffee grounds in the trash. I want to make sure no one is following me. Is someone trying to stalk you? No, I don't think so.It was very peaceful there. He pushed the coffee cup towards her, using motion instead of questioning, and she shook her head.He took a deep breath, deep and deep, and the annoyance in his voice sounded like a sigh.

Listen!Sibylla!There was no money there. She stared at him intently, and he put the mug back.What do you mean by that? He strikes a pose and holds out one arm.Your mailbox is empty. He must lie down. For fifteen years, on the twenty-third day of every month, an envelope containing 1,500 kronor was sent to her mailbox, every month.He pulled the newspaper out of the wastebasket, and the coffee grounds scattered on the floor.The date in the newspaper showed Monday, March 24th.She raised her head and faced him. oh my god!I trust you, Thomas! He looked into Sybylla's eyes too. Is it really?

He looked at her with aggressive eyes, and she remembered that he had such eyes when he was drunk and furious, but she couldn't tell herself to shut up, and she couldn't be afraid of him at this time. That'smine!I can't live without that money! He froze for a moment, then threw the mug, still half full of coffee, against the far wall, and some of the tools on the hook fell to the floor.The coffee dripped down the walls in a brown pattern.The sound of the tool falling stopped her for a while, but she still looked at him steadily. He took a deep breath, as if trying to calm himself down, then walked to a porthole and stopped, staring out of the empty window.

I admit that I have done bad things, but you can't accuse me of taking your money, you are absolutely wrong about this matter. He turned to face her. Have you ever thought about that old hag changing her ways, for example, why she gave her hard earned money to crazy serial killers. It took her a while to listen to his words, the words slowly passed through her eardrums and entered her head, and then she realized that what he said could not be more correct.This is the end of the charity, and Beatrice thinks she has paid enough, paying off her debt. Sybylla was at a loss. She walked slowly to the dining table, pulled out a chair, sat down, buried her face in her hands, and began to cry.

Now she was really lost, all her hopes were reduced to ashes. She doesn't want to break through, she doesn't want to succeed.Once again, Fate intervened and kicked her down.Once a loser, always a loser.She once challenged the established order of the universe, trying to find a way to drag herself up to a place higher than her own status. Hello!Hello!Little Sybila.Vera Mina.Beatrice.Miss Fossenstrom, you have had a wonderful life, but are you grateful for it?You are not grateful.As long as you don't decide to stand up and leave your proper place in the system, you never need to starve.

Be here today, leave tomorrow, forever. Sibylla!Don't cry like that. She felt him put a hand on her shoulder. clam down!Sibylla!please!Things will come to light, you just wait and see! She thought, of course things will come to light, I just need to go to jail first, after that, I don't think it matters. I know what you need, go to jail. Yes, that's right.Unconsciously, just for a while.Drunk as hell, that's what she wanted.He took a full bottle of Koskenkorva vodka out of the cupboard and she looked at the bottle, then at him.He looked benevolent, and she nodded.You are absolutely right.Let's have a drink!