Britt-Marie Was Here

It’s living here now, the bastard!” Britt-Marie notes the clear distinction between how she speaks of the “town” twelve miles away and the city Britt-Marie comes from. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, of course—it’s modern, no doubt. The morning that he was due back, Britt-Marie spent hours in front of the mirror for the first time in her life and tried on a new dress. When she insists that it’s all useless anyway, he has no choice in the end but to threaten to write a lot of mischievous, quite irrelevant things in ink on her list.