'He stands in front of me, his mouth wide open, and I really feel like punching him. But of course I can't, and I don't know where to put my hands, but I will hit him unless I can think of something very quickly. I don't want to beat it and leave him here alone, and so I do the only thing I can think of and put my arms around him, pull him close to me and hold him tight. Very tight. He goes as stiff as a fence post and gasps for air, and only then do I realise that Arvid loves his father. It has never occurred to me. They seem to argue most of the time, they slam doors and shout at each other up and down the stairs. I am still angry, and I squeeze him, and then Arvid starts crying. For fuck's sake, he says to my shoulder, and he loves his father so much, and now that he's been beaten up, Arvid wants to take on the whole of Veitvet on his own, beret and all. It makes me furious, and I squeeze him harder, and there's a heat surging up from my legs into my stomach, and it's not a nice feeling at all, so I keep it down there, and we stand in the middle of this market hugging each other, and if anyone could see us now, they're bound to think we are a couple of homos.
I don't know if I dare let him go. If I do, I will feel naked and cold and lost in this world.'
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