Crashing

                                    

                                          
Lying in bed, wrapped in the warm blankets, that's how Anni-Frid received the new morning. It was gray outside and the wind was blowing with increasing force, announcing a snowfall. She was not in a hurry, in fact, she had nothing planned to do, at least not until tonight. Benny agreed to come over to visit Agny together with his mother at night. Yesterday Laila showed her concern for Agny and insisted on coming to pay a visit.
Anni-Frid rolled onto her back pulling the covers, eyes fixed on the ceiling. A little smile rose on her lips as she remembered the events of the previous day; She and Benny in the car, she and Benny laughing, she and Benny kissing, she and Benny having fun, she and Benny loving each other. He made her feel adored every single minute, as special as he promised she is. Benny took charge of taking her home at an appropriate time, the party promised to last past midnight but Anni-Frid wanted to be home early, whatever, they would see each other again soon, tonight.
Anni-Frid turned her closet over in her mind, planning what to wear, no doubt she wanted to look pretty. A dress could be, but since they would stay inside the house her choice could pass as exaggerated. Pants would be for this occasion, perhaps the red ones that she made herself weeks ago... her mind started a series of infinite combinations. She got lost in her endless imagination for a while, until she soon grew weary of the bed. Besides, her stomach protested with hunger. Anni-Frid pushed the covers aside, but quickly covered herself again with a little cry, the room was freezing. With a long sigh she tried once again and hastily pulled her slippers on, no way would she touch the ground.
The corridor was empty, all the doors were open, surely everyone was downstairs. Even Agny's room was empty, which made her happy because it meant her grandmother was feeling well enough to be downstairs. With an agile step, Anni-Frid descended the stairs, as she descended the murmur of women grew louder, it didn't seem like an argument but rather a hectic conversation. Adjusting her gray cotton robe, Anni-Frid made her way to the kitchen.
"Just drop it, Olive." Agny sentenced. She was sitting in one of the wood chairs in the small dining room, her brow furrowed and gaze fixed on her cup of chamomile tea. "It is not up to us to make a decision."
"But this is an ignominy for everyone." Olive, clearly angry, insisted.
Agny shook her head. "Just..." she looked up and held her tongue as soon as she saw her granddaughter at the entrance. Instantly she straightened up and tried to smile. "Honey, good morning."
"Hi hi, mormor," Anni-Frid came in the kitchen a little confused, it seemed that it was about something important. However, it wasn't relevant because the last thing she wanted was for Agny to be upset. "How are you? Did you rest?"
Agny stroked her hand as Anni-Frid put it on her shoulder. "Perfectly well, daughter." Olive rolled her eyes at hearing her mother call her niece that. "And you? At what time you arrived?"
"A little after eleven."
"Too early."
"I told you I'd be back early."
"I told you to take your time and enjoy."
"I did enjoy." Thank God she couldn't read her thoughts, but her cheeks dilated as they turned pink, luckily as she hugged her Agny looked straight ahead of her, but her smirk didn't pass unnoticed by Olive who frowned her eyes. Anni-Frid tried to put on a straight face instantly. "Benny brought me."
"Did he really?" Olive murmured.
"Said he's coming to visit you tonight," she continued, paying no attention to her aunt's comments, surely she was in a bad mood today. "Mrs. Andersson will join as well."
Agny got up from her chair, leaving her coffee on the table. She certainly felt stronger today, but it was heavy on her heart to do what she was about to do. "I'll be delighted to have them here, but first, I'd like us to talk about something." Her expression left a lot to be desired, and even worried her. Anni-Frid expected the worst; Agny had decided to go to Norway and leave her here, or maybe take her with her, which meant being away from Benny. Anni-Frid exchanged glances between her grandmother and aunt, desperately searching for an answer.