Emelie interrupted him, dropping down onto on the chair again.
“Yes, I get it. Shit. Linn is going to be so disappointed.”
Andreas sat down next to her.
“But I saved one of the beds. If we’re lucky it’s the right one” he said slowly.
Emelie looked up at him.
“What? Where is it?”
He got up, walked towards the back of the house and looked out into the garden. He pointed, grinning.
“It’s over there.”
Emelie squinted, looking for something that resembled like a bed, but couldn’t see anything.
“There where? It’s not in the garden, is it?”
“I use it as a frame for flowers. Or I intend to, right now it’s behind the guesthouse. We’ll see if it’s the one,” he said, walking towards the door.
Emelie followed him and, behind the cottage, she saw a bed standing on the headboard leaned towards the outer wall of the house. It was an ordinary bedframe in pinewood and with sturdy bed rails and with a couple of moisture stains from having been out in the summer rain.
“Let’s turn it over,” Andreas said, grabbing one of the short sides of the bedframe.
Emelie grabbed the other, and together they managed to turn the bed upside down. And there they were, two rows of planks on top of each other.
“Goodness me, how tiny can that book be? It’s really tight between the planks,” Emelie said, looking at the bedframe from all angles.
“Can you see anything?”
She shook her head, putting her hand in as far as she could between the boards and feeling her way.
“Yes, wait a second, bloody hell, I think I actually found something…Help me get this board off. Do you have a crowbar?” Andreas disappeared into the cottage and came back with a crowbar which Emelie tucked between two of the boards, pushing. The old pine wood creaked and Emelie pushed harder. Sweat was running down her face and she tried again. Eventually the wood cracked and Emelie fell backwards on the lawn.
“Are you okay?”
Andreas helped her get back on her feet.
“Yes, I’m fine. You see, it must have slid in and gotten stuck when you put the bed on the headboard.”
All the way in, behind the board, she could see something red. Emelie managed to get ahold of the book and pulled. She lost her grip, tried again and this time she was more successful. Slowly she pulled out a red notebook with an angel bookmark glued to the front. She frowned.
“Is it this small thing?”
“I believe so,” Andreas said.
Carefully she opened the first page and read: ‘Astrid’s top secret baking book’.
“It’s the one!”
In her excitement the threw herself around Andreas’ neck, giving him a giant hug. He laughed, spinning around with her.
“Yeees, you really are the best”, she cheered, before realising what she had just said and pulling away from him.
He smiled at her, and his beautiful eyes were glittering.
“Linn will be thrilled, is what I meant to say,” she said, looking down at the ground.
