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They sat across the kitchen table, eyes fixed on each other, wary and trembling like bowstrings, both hoping that something would happen to release the tension.She could not feel the passage of time. She began to try to connect the fragments of facts with him.She had guessed right, and it could be said that she was wrong.Luen.Hedlund's secret is exactly the same as everyone's guessed, or it can be said to be completely different.He has a lover, but this lover is a man. Now, on the kitchen table in front of her were the strong hands of the man who had performed all the odious mutilations she was accused of.Those hands, first dipped in hobby paint and then in plastic gloves, searched the hidden chambers of the victim, retrieving the organs taken from his lover.

She begged him in a low voice: Tell me, why do you do this? This sentence made him relax, and the relationship between the two of them entered a new realm, in which there was no need to pretend to each other.At this point, there was no point in hinting or intimidating, and the only thing left between them was the final confrontation, before that, she wanted to know, and he wanted to tell. After that it's another story. He seemed calm now, posing with clasped hands in his lap as if preparing to speak. Have you been to the island of Malta (Malta)? The question was so unexpected that she let out a breath and made a sound.He must have thought she was smiling because he was smiling again.

I went to Malta, about six months after the accident at Loon. The smile faded from his face, the hands were back on the table, and he looked down at them. Nobody understands how much I miss him He took a deep breath, as if he needed more air to continue talking. Our love is buried in Rune's grave.Of course, everyone sympathized with her, and people were too busy to give her condolences, to bring her things, to hear her go on and on about how unfair life was, to hear her talk about the fucking crap.There were times when I almost rushed to those occasions and spoke the truth out loud, right in her fat, ugly face.I could have told her a thing or two!He was with me that night, and just before he collided with the elk, he had just left my bed where I had held him in my arms and caressed him.

He stretched out his hands, spreading his long fingers, and he wanted her to feel how he felt.She could almost feel that his mind was chaotic and terrifying, tears were about to come out of his eyes, his open hands were trembling, his lungs were trying to suck in air, his lower lip was trembling, and the sadness in his heart seemed to be mixed with uncontrollable anger. This, she thought, was probably the first time he had freely put into words what he felt in his heart, the first time he had done so in the long thirteen months since Luen's death.The words had turned into a throbbing pressure inside him, finally (and probably just this once) coming out.

She went back to work shortly thereafter, which meant she could be the queen of coffee parties, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah if. His mind swayed from side to side, his face distorted in disgust. nonsense!Those words are nauseating, is that love?Yeah?Let others cut up the lover's body?And then divide his remains among four people? He stood up from the dining table suddenly, this action was so sudden that she instinctively stepped back.The wooden chair behind him tipped back and hit the floor with a thud.He straightened his chair, walked across the kitchen, to the sink, picked up the coffee pot, and walked back.

Would you like some more coffee? She shook her head, still confused.He poured himself a cup of coffee, then took the coffee pot to the sink with equal deliberation.She was calm enough to take this opportunity to look around.There is a closed door behind her. Six months after this happened, I thought I'd better get away for a while.Seeing her fake face at every coffee meeting became unbearable. The distance between where she was sitting and the door was about two meters. By the time I decided to do it, the travel agency only had one reasonably priced vacation left.I didn't understand it at the time, but it was the first time Heavenly Father told me what He wanted me to do.

At this time, he seemed to be more relaxed, stopped and drank a mouthful of coffee while looking out the window.The two of them must have looked quite poetic, two old friends drinking tea and chatting together. The trip to Malta was arranged by Leisure Tour, a group tour company.At that time, I didn't like being alone.Anyway, there is a cathedral city on the island of Malta called Mosta, and the Father was leading me to that holy place. At this time, he clenched his hands into fists. do you knowThe Mostar trip changed my life, it was like someone took the filter off my eyes and made me see the truth clearly for the first time.

His face glowed with gratitude. On April 9, 1942, the cathedral was full of people, ordinary people who attended mass as usual.It was wartime, and all of a sudden a bomb fell through the vaulted roof of the cathedral, shattering the beautiful glass roof and burying itself in the floor over the aisle in front of the chancel.do you knowThe bomb never exploded.God prevented the operation of the detonator, and all the congregation finished the mass and left safely.That is a true miracle! If he was expecting an astonishing miracle, then he must have waited in vain. It was a British plane and dropping that bomb was a mistake.

His eyes seemed to see right through her. Don't you understand what God is telling them? She shook her head. Their time had not come, and God had not chosen to call anyone in that church.At that point, it wasn't their turn to die, so God stepped in and righted that wrong. He paused, looking at the window for a while. Rune was different, the Father had called him.I still don't know why, I am waiting and praying that Heavenly Father will tell me His reason.Maybe when my mission is done, He will tell me. As his confession drew to a close, Sibylla felt the terror return, haunting every inch of her being.

She didn't let Rune die, she obstructed God's will, she thought she could interfere with God's power on earth, and exchanged several organs of Rune's body to keep them alive.How could I let something like this happen when he was stuck half way to heaven? His face looked like a tragic mask.He clasped his hands. I will execute great acts of vengeance on them with angry rebukes and then when I bring my vengeance upon them they will know that I am with the Father. In the silence that followed, Sibylla knew that her resolve to act was still paralyzed by fear and that she needed more time.

What about the people you killed?Did God call them too? He stared at her, head on one side, obviously surprised by her question. What?Don't you understand? She just looked at him the same way, not even daring to shake her head. The Father has called them, and it is their turn to die.What right do we have to hinder the action of God? Of course, she didn't respond to questioning like that, and telling him he was completely insane didn't help matters. what about me? He smiled.You are God's chosen people. His voice sounded like a compliment. God uses you as one of His tools, and like me, God calls both of us to accomplish His purpose. Her time is running out. So what is my mission? The smile expanded into a smile that affected the whole face. Your role here is to serve me, to be my shield, to protect me.