It happened every year, was almost a ritual. And this was his eighty-second birthday. When, as usual, the flower was delivered, he took off the wrapping paper and then picked up the telephone to call Detective Superintendent Morell who, when he retired, had moved to Lake Siljan in Dalarna. They were not only the same age, they had been born on the same day--which was something of an irony under the circumstances. The old policeman was sitting with his coffee, waiting, expecting the call.
- The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
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Love the new header... Nothing like non-high-making grass to make me happy.... When I have a house, I will have the prettiest sod on the block! I am guessing so will you :)
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