- Looks like my boys have a mutual interest in the same woman, Bertta says to Maire whom with they are in first name basis now. Ilari has left for a long run with Lucky and Bertta got bored. It didn't take her long to find her new friend.
– Interesting, Maire raises her delicate brows. - It think I have an idea who she is.
- You do?
– Oh. Don't get me started! The traffic first floor has had last month IS on it's own level. Doors banging, people running back and forth in suspicious times. All the whispers and meetings in hallway. Really would appreciate if they could articulate better or talk with more volume. I haven't been able to hear everything. But without a doubt, there’s something cooking!
- She's not a good girl? Bertta looks worried.
– I didn't say that, but she has had many male visitors this summer, Maire shakes her head. - Let's meet her and find out!
Venla serves coffee to two elder women and has a funny feeling about the whole situation. Ms. Hurskainen came to her door with a friend and she wanted to talk about house associations meeting and since Venla owned her apartment, was an important member. So she invited the ladies in to find out moment later the other was Ilari's granmother. This had a trap written all over it.
Ms. Hurskainen keeps asking about plumbing and how did it work in first floor. Ilari's granmother keeps looking at her with very investigative eyes.
– you have beautiful tablewear, Hurskainen says. – Look Bertta, these are old Arabia's.
– I noticed. She says.
– They were my granmother's, Venla smiles. – When my parents died, I used to live with them, she tells. – I learned to love old things, traditions and so on. I actually collect teapots.
– Delightful, Maire screens thru the shelves. – I'm sorry dear, I must have forget. What do you do for living?
- Nothing, Venla replys and feels how both elder ladies look her resentfully. – I try to study when my condition let's me do it.
- Your condition? Bertta looks her from head to toe. Venla straightens her back and give both a hard look
- That's my private matter but I'm disabled.
- Of course it is, Bertta says slowly and tastes a piece of pie Venla serves them. -these are selfmade?
– I love to bake and cook, Venla shrugs. -Kinda hobby of mine.
- Mmhm. Not bad.
- Thank you.
– So. My grandson has been here a lot. It's not a question, more like a statement.
– Um. Venla blushes deeply and looks quickly down. She is sure her face tells it all. – We are good friends and I've been taking care of his dog when he's away.
- Very nice of you dear, Ms. Hurskainen says with a tone that says she doesn't buy it.
- Friends! Maire huffs when they get out.
- Didn’t buy that either, Bertta agrees.
- She sneaked out of your grandson's flat yesterday at 8 am, Maire says and looks up to her notes. - He went outside 5.10 am.
- He runs, Bertta gives more info. - Ilari is very precise .
- Must be. He does that everyday. I have started to use the sound of his door as an alarm clock. Everyday, exact the same time!
- That's my grandson!
- Ehem. But they did run in and out of both doors so many times during last couple of days I lost count! But! Maire gives a dramatic pause. – They were at her place for hours and then they moved into his place at 22.30. I know. I heard all those whispers and shushing. It interupted my crossword.
- This is getting interesting! Bertta pets a cat that curled to sleep into her lap.
-It tried to put a glass against the wall but couldn't hear anything. What a dissapointment! Maire is displeased.
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