Chapter SeventeenKarl Johansson accelerated on the E45 from Aarhus south to Copenhagen. The windows were cranked down and he sang as he drove.
“Danes and Norwegians listen to Swedish music, too. They hear it in the cafés in Aarhus, they hear it over their television and radios, on their IPods, after school.”
“My Mom listens to ABBA.”
“No, ABBA not big in Sweden.”
Astria smiled beside him. They were going to Copenhagen for the weekend. She would see the original Little Mermaid, and the Baltic Sea. Her camera was on her lap, and frequently she'd focus and click at the passing wonders. “I'd have liked to take the ferry, Karl.”
“Really, Astria? We take the ferry another day. This is the scenic way with toll road. Thought you'd like it.”
“We have four hours. The ferry would be fun. Can we
