"So, far, we´ve bought," in the middle of the day the next day. "three pair of jeans, two hoodies, four T- shirts, underwear, socks, one pair of shoes…. Do you two realize…." I looked at Delia and Melinda. "That today, we´ve shopped more clothes for me, than I can remember having…. Through all my life."
"You´re kidding now right?" Delia looked at me.
"No." I answered. "When I lived with… my dad. He usually got clothes from his friends, that had got sons, he got clothes from them, every second year, and threw away most of it, I got a couple of pairs of sweat pants, T- shirts and a hoodie if I was lucky, I got shoes once, like, three years ago, and they´re still way too big for me… sorry. I´m just talking…"
"No, no it´s okay." Melinda said. "Was it that you didn´t have any money or…"
"No…. not really." I said.
"What was it…"
"Can we talk about something else?... please."
"Yes, of course." Melinda clapped my back, as if she saw that I was a bit insecure, but, she clapped right on the wound I had there, so I snitched and groaned a bit from the pain it caused.
"Are you ok honey?" Delia asked.
"Yes," I said and nodded. "Yeah, I´m fine."
"Did I hit you too hard or?..." Melinda asked.
"No, no I just… I have a wound…. Right there… It´s pretty fresh…"
"Can I take a look at it?" Melinda asked.
"Hmm," I said. "It would probably be a very good idea here…:" I looked around the café we sat in. "We can maybe… wait until Jim´s home… I mean, he knows more about such stuff don´t he?"
"True," Delia said, I think you´re right. "…. But you´re not trying to hide something from us are you?"
"No," I lied. "What would that be? It´s just a wound, it´s probably not so bad." Honestly, I hoped that Melinda would forget about it, until that matter of time when Jim came home in the evening, because I didn´t really want them to see the wound on my back.
"Are we done then?" Melinda asked, I nodded.
"So, we´ll just head home then." She continued, and I nodded again. "Do you wanna come Delia?"
"Oh, I gotta make sure that Ned study for a test he´s got tomorrow."
"Okay," Melinda asked. "See you tomorrow,"
"See you Delia."
"See you guys."
Me and Melinda, were on our way to the car, I tried to figure out how I would explain, the wound for Jim and her. I didn´t watch if there came a car when I stepped out in the road.
The next thing I knew, I heard the sound of screeching brakes, and I looked up, as in slow motion a car got closer to me, I wanted to step out of the road again, but I was so afraid my legs wouldn´t move, I closed my eyes, and waited for the car to hit me.
But it never did, suddenly, there was someone grabbing my shirt, and pulling me away from the road, though, it happened a bit too fast, and both me and the person stumbled on the curb and fell. Not until, after I had scratched up, both one of my knees and both of my palms, I looked up and could then see who had pulled me away from the road.
"Mr. Anderson?... what are you doing here?"
"Saving you… no, I was on my way to Lento´s on the square. What were you thinking Minnie? Stepping out in the road without looking just like that… you could have been killed… "
"I... sorry, I was thinking about anything else," Melinda helped me to stand up, and Jim came running from the fire station.
"You´re okay?" Jim asked, with a really worried look on his face.
"I´m fine," I said, and tried to hide my hands behind my back.
"Show your hands Minnie," he said. I sighed, and realized I had not really an option so I held them out.
"I´m going now," Mr. Anderson said. "Please, Minnie, try not to get killed until Monday." He smiled, turned around and walked down the road.
"I should probably take you to the station with this." Jim said, when he had checked my hands and my knee, "We should get this cleaned, and see if it needs stitches… You can go home Mel, my shift will be over in a while, so I´ll bring her home later."
"Ehrm, Jim," Melinda began. "It seems like, Minnie has a wound on her back, I haven´t seen it… she wanted you to take a look at it first."
"I´ll take a look at that too." Jim took my arm, and lead me down the road, while I try to figure out how I was gonna explain the wound on my back to Jim… because I didn´t really wanted to tell him the truth.
So, I´m stopping right there. Hope you had a great Christmas and new year, I know I had.
And, one thing more, a pretty funny story. I live in the north Sweden, you know that right? Well, in the north of Sweden/Finland, we´ve got this group of people called "samer", whom hold reindeers, simple explained. And when we´re in our cabin, our neigbours there are samer. And, I was there this afternoon, and we (me, mum, dad, and my brother) were sitting by the fire outside, grilling and eating. And then... all of a sudden, there is a reindeer standing by th fire... seriously thought I woudl die of laughter, and my dad, who´s got a really, really weird sence of humor, he stood up and like, "come here barbeque... come here suovas cebabs." (suovas-cebabs is like usual cebabs, though you use reindeermeat instead of... whichever kind of meat they use for cebabs.) Laughed so much.