Halfway through April Naoko turned 20. She was seven months older than I was, my own birthday being in November. There was something strange about her becoming 20. I felt as if the only thing that made sense, whether for Naoko or for me, was to keep going back and forth between 18 and 19. After 18 would come 19, and after 19, 18, of course. But she turned 20. And in the autumn I would do the same. Only the dead stay 17 for ever.

Godt sagt! (1) Varsle Svar

Sist sett

Julie StensethIna Elisabeth Bøgh VigresomniferumCamillaBerit RPiippokattaFride LindsethTurid KjendlieAnniken RøilAnne-Stine Ruud HusevågMargrethe  HaugenHarald KVibekeEster STore HalsaKirsten LundBjørn SturødCecilie69Per LundSverreTine SundalJane Foss HaugenRandiAMartesiljehusmorEli HagelundAlexandra Maria Gressum-KemppiAstrid Terese Bjorland SkjeggerudDemeterTanteMamieStig TTone HAud Merete RambølSynnøve H HoelBenedikteBente NogvaGrete AastorpLene AndresenNinaEllen E. Martol