CHAPTER THREE
They remained in the cottage for a few weeks more, until in early May there arose the opportunity for a bit of exploration. Eva had grown increasingly restless as the latter stages of pregnancy began taking their toll. She was sitting on a bench in the sunshine one morning with Madden when Swanson drove up. He was in the battered old green Volvo truck he had been using during their exile.
“Morning kids, time for a field trip.”
“Oh?” As tired as Eva was, she was nonetheless intrigued.
“There's a market festival, the 'Vårtorg', today in the nearby village. It has to do with flowers and fishing, so a bit for everybody. I thought you might fancy a change of scene.”
“You bet,” Eva replied at once, excited. “Who is going?”
“Elaine and Rick have gone on ahead to check on secur
