Chapter NineteenKarl drove his Subaru Dash around the block a couple of times to look at the women walking from the Little Mermaid café to the office buildings near the school. He didn't offer a ride to anyone, but the Danish girls were sure good to look at, almost as good as Swedish girls back home in Stockholm or Vinja. Astria was unavailable for a couple of weeks. Her boyfriend Patrick was here. Kukhuvud.
The Danish School of Photography and Journalism was long and lean, übermodern, hey, it was Scandihoovian, wasn't it? The instructor in the first course on Monday mornings was an Arsel but most of them were all right with Karl.
It was Saturday, March third, and Karl knew the young women wouldn't be in class for another two weeks. Still, he could look, and the day was bright with the b
