Salander crossed over the threshold and closed the door to her apartment building with a loud clack. She sighed in frustration and threw her black tatty rucksack down the hallway until it smacked against the closed kitchen door at the other end. She sighed and closed her eyes, resting with her back against the closed door; her fist clenched the creased letter in her hand. Salander had read and re-read it a good twenty times because even with her photographic memory, she still found it too shocking to be true.
'Dear Miss L Salander,
I have written to you regarding your sister, Camilla Salander. I am aware that you two have not been in contact since a rather… eventful meeting when you were both at the age of 17. I have been married to your sister for the last two years and we are very much in love with each other. Unfortunately your sister has become gravely ill over the last five months and she has requested that I get into contact with you; she wants to meet you again, as adults. I know you will be tempted to throw this letter into the nearest bin from what I have heard, but still she speaks of you often and now she is going through such a difficult time. You are the last bit of family that she has remaining. Please consider. Our address is as follows and my contact details…'.
Salander drew in her breath and squinted at the purple flowers that Mimmi had bought her as some small forgiveness present for the trouble she had caused her, they stood in a small red vase which had belonged to her mother. Salander had loved her mother very much. She sighed and threw off her large doc marten boots with a forced kick of each leg not giving much consideration for the marks they left on the wooden floor. Salander padded to the office where she sat down and crumbled the letter into a small ball, eyeing the waste paper basket. However instead of throwing it, Salander looked at the small ball before slowly straightening it out.
She really wanted a Mcdonalds right now.