On the corner of the table sat three printouts. Niklas recognized them, and had a sinking feeling. The three titles, translated into English, were Father Knows Best, Wicked Stepmother, and Taboo Easter.
Niklas looked back at the woman in his kitchen.
“You have quite an imagination,” the intruder said, carving out a slice of the apple and popping it into her mouth. “I particularly enjoyed Taboo Easter. I never would have thought of doing something like that with a hard-boiled egg... especially to my own daughter.”
Niklas blushed.
“Do you make much money writing this filth?”
Niklas was too stunned to answer.
“It does not matter, I was simply curious. In these trying times, a man has to do what he can to make a living.” The intruder motioned to the picture on the coffee table. “I was al
