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Episode 14. Dog chooses owner

Dog chooses owner
June 14th
When I woke up the next morning, I felt better and lighter than I’d done in ages. We hadn’t discussed my predicament any further after entering the restaurant and that was fine with me. I felt safe in the knowledge that I had people around me who would help should things get ugly with my former step dad.
The food had been lovely. We’d shared a seafood platter for starters. The scallops, mussels, shrimps and crab claws had tasted amazing in that way only seafood just taken out of the sea could. Afterwards, I’d eaten fried flatfish with rice, and garden salad with pomegranate vinegar dressing. Markus had chosen a fish risotto. We had talked while we enjoyed the food and wine. And though I know it’s a cliché, it felt like we’d known each other for ages. When the dinner was over, and we’d paid our bills, he helped me get a cab, and kissed me briefly, but passionately on the lips before we parted.
It was only eight o’clock, but Emma was already in the kitchen when I got downstairs. The smell of waffles made my tummy rumble and when I entered the kitchen, Emma already had a few waffles spread out over kitchen paper.
“You’re up early,” I said.
“Good morning. How was your date?”
She’d gone to bed by the time I got home at eleven, probably exhausted from all her hard work with the forty years jubilee the day before.
“Actually, I can tell it went well from your face,” she said and gestured for me to put some more coffee on.
“We can eat some of this waffles now,” Emma said while I set the table. “But the rest, we’re bringing to Arlette. I’m really dying to meet her again. But before we go there, I’m taking us to the dog house.”
“The dog house?” I asked poring myself a cup of strong coffee.
“You remember my colleague Anita from the party?”
I nodded.
“She works for the animal welfare as a volunteer and since she and her partner have a reasonably large house, sometimes takes in stray dogs that need new homes when their kennels are filled up. And since I’d been thinking of getting a dog for a while, I thought I’d come today since she has five staying with her. «That’s exciting,” I exclaimed, reaching for a waffle. I absolutely adored dogs, but I’d never felt it was the right time to have one since I often worked long hours. Emma on the contrary, had not been a dog person at all, so the news that she wanted a dog came as quite a surprise.

The dogs were outside in the garden when we arrived. Anita and a man I assumed was her boyfriend sat on their veranda drinking Fanta with ice cubes and observed the dogs playing. There was a huge German shepherd laying under a tree not joining in at all, a Dalmatian and Irish setter rolling around on the grass, a poodle washing itself and a black Labrador chewing contentedly on a bone.
“Lovely to see you!” Anita got up and walked down the garden path towards us.
The Dalmatian and the setter were all over us as soon as we got inside the gate. The Labrador came to sniff, but the poodle and the German shepherd seemed completely uninterested in us. Emma backed away in horror as the Dalmatian jumped up and tried to lick her face.
“Nessa, down,” Anita commanded in an authoritative voice. “Nessa has been with me for a few weeks now and she’s a completely different dog from the quiet skinny one who had clearly been neglected by her owner.”
Anita Caressed Nessa’s head and Nessa waved her tail before running away to fetch a toy that was lying on the grass.
“This is Belle,” Anita said and patted the Irish setter. The lab is called Max, the poodle Alana and this here, “she walked over to the German shepherd who now appeared to be sleeping. “This is Mica. He came to me a couple of weeks ago and he has been very quiet all the time. He was found in an overheated shed in a back garden. Someone in the neighbouring house called to alert us that the owners had moved without taking the dog.
“That’s awful,” Said Emma and bent down to pat his soft head. He didn’t stir.
“I don’t know who to choose,” Emma said in the end. “What do you think Sandra?”
I passed in my playing fetch with Belle. “I don’t know,” I said. “But it’s going to be your dog, so you’ll have to make the decision.”
“That’s where you’re both wrong,” smiled Anita. The one who will make the decision is the dog.”
“How does that work?” Asked Emma.
“Pat the dogs you haven’t patted yet and then make out as you’re leaving. The dog, who follows you, is yours.”
Emma patted all the dogs in turn, except the poodle that seemed to be interested in only herself. When she was done, she started walking towards the gate. Anita and I watched with excitement as Mica, the German shepherd got up and started following her.
“Turn around,” we said in unison. Emma smiled as she watched Mica stop when she stopped and walk again when she started walking.
“Miracles haven’t ceased to happen,” she said when they’d both reached the gate. She entwined her fingers into his soft long hairs and he leaned his head towards her. “Because I never thought I’d A, get a dog, and B, get a big dog.”

Half an hour later, we were on the road. Anita had given us Mica’s bowl as well as his colour and lead. “The owners had the sense to microchip him. He’s been to the vet, and he’s physically healthy. I’m sure he’ll recover just fine with you mentally. «We were now on our way to Arlette. Mica sat in the back seat and stared out of the window as if he’d never done anything else in his life.
Arlette was sitting on the veranda listening to something through headphones when we arrive. She was overjoyed to see me again. And though she and Emma had only met a few times many years ago, they seemed happy to see each other as well. Even Mica, understanding that Arlette was family, came up to sniff her hand and he let her pat his head before he lied down gently at her feet.
Astrid came out and greeted us and then asked if we wanted something to drink.
“Most curious,” said Arlette after I’d told them about Clairvoyant Clara at the Hansen & Dale summer party. “I too would normally write off those fortune tellers as fake. But she seemed to know a lot of things about you that you could never have told her.”
“Unless,” I said. “And I know this sounds crazy, but maybe she’s in on the whole thing.” “That would be a really strange coincidence,” said Emma. Although the booking of her did happen in a very strange way, because she was the one who called us. She mentioned being a psychic and that her friend worked for us and had told her about the summer party. And would we need a fortune teller? You know, just for fun? I spoke to Hansen Jr about it before I said yes, and he was delighted at the idea. Not because he believed in fortune telling, but because he thought it would be a nice edition the women and children especially would enjoy.”
Sexist, I thought.
“Oh what a stupid man!” Exclaimed Arlette as if she’d read my thoughts.
“Emma laughed and helped herself to another waffle.
“He’s quite old-school in his thinking,” she added.
“Did Clairvoyant Clara give you the name of her friend, or her own real name in relation to that booking?” I wanted to know.
Emma shook her head. But I found her on some National Association of psychics website listed under that name. So I accepted her request to be at our party as it was just a bit of fun anyway.”
”I would check her out thoroughly if I were you,” said Arlette. There is something about this that really stinks and I don’t like it in the slightest.

Episode 12. Clairvoyant Clara

Clairvoyant Clara
June 12th.
I was surprised to see the amount of people who had turned up tonight. It was Friday and the summer party and forty years jubilee of Hansen & Dale, the oil company Emma was working for. She had done a great job on the preparations. Paper chandeliers hang colourfully from the trees and there were little fairy lights also tied to the trees that would be switched on when the sun went down. The BBQ had already started and the spices from the meat I had helped cut, marinate and put onto skewers wafted towards me. There were also jacket potatoes, hot dogs and hamburgers, potato salad, and a long improvised salad bar that started with vegetables and ended in fruits. Inside the party tent, there would be a chocolate fondue afterwards as well as a 4 story jubilee cake. One for each decade. There were tables and benches outside and on the tables stood various snacks from nuts and crisps to cocktail sausages. They had hired in waiting staff to walk around with champagne trays and I gratefully grabbed a glass as soon as one came my way. I feel uncomfortable when I am at parties where I don’t know anybody unless I’m there for work reasons. Emma, who was the only one I knew, was busy sorting out some details with some entertainers, so I was alone. There were employers both past and present with their wives and children of various ages. I noticed that quite a few of the wives of the younger employees seemed younger than me. And that they had that Oslo West look so common down south in the summer months. A couple of the young wives were even pregnant. I noticed some of them eyeing me up curiously and whispering together. I had felt nice when I’d left home, in my new pink summer dress from Belinda and my nude high heels and matching bag, but I felt plain under their gazes. I took another sip of champagne. I wasn’t jealous of these women really. At first glance their lives may seem perfect. But they struggled as much as the rest of us to add meaning to their lives. Being rich and only working some self-invented job to pass the time could be just as mind-numbing as having a permanent overdraft and working twelve hour long days. One of them was on her way over to me. She had long, perfectly wavy blond hair, and was wearing real Manolo Blanics. I couldn’t help but stare lustfully at her shoes as she approached and also note with a tinge of envy that I would have looked ridiculous in them, whilst she walked as comfortably as if they had been flats.
“I’ve not seen you before.” She held out her hand and kissed the air next to my cheek on both sides. “I am Adriana. The wife of Peder Hansen.”
I had a feeling I should know who Peder Hansen was from the way she so confidently uttered her husband’s name, but my face must have drawn a blank, because she laughed a forced laugh and said “You know, the son of the first Hansen who founded the company.”
“Ah, I should have realized,” I said turning my stiffest British upper lip smile on.
“I’m Sandra Martinsen, the niece of Emma Martinsen in HR. I’m just over here from London.”
She looked like she was about to fall asleep before I’d finished my sentence.
“I see. Would you like to join me and my friends over there?” She pointed to where the other wives were sitting.
“That’s really kind of you, but I need to go and help Emma with something,” I said trying to look genuinely apologetic. Adriana Hansen got a look on her face as if I should have told her that she’d got dog poo stuck to her heels.
“Oh, I understand. By the way, just thought I’d tell you, it looks like you forgot to cut off the price tag on your dress. That style was so last month, but it looks nice on you.”
I swore inside. I’d been so busy getting ready on time having only had fifteen minutes from I was finished helping with the skewers until we had to leave. And I had meant to cut it off, but had obviously forgotten. I started pulling at the tag, only to have my hand brushed away by Mrs Hansen Jr who swiftly cut it off with a pair of nail scissors she dug up from the make-up bag in her handbag.
“So you don’t ruin it. And just feel free to come over when you’re done helping.”
What a cow, I thought grabbing another champagne flute from a passing tray.
“Hello, hello, hello everybody! And welcome to this fortieth jubilee of Hansen and Dale. An Oil company that’s been a pride in Grimstad for forty years! And not just a pride of this little town. We have been internationally recognized as experts in our particular field and have been taken on in a consulting position for a large American company along with two other companies in Stavanger and Oslo. We’re celebrating that too.”
Everybody clapped enthusiastically. A small, fat man who was mostly balled was standing on a makeshift podium outside the party tent. He looked uncomfortable and I could see rings of sweat on his crumpled white shirt.
“I am Peder Hansen for those who don’t know me, although I should think most of you do. And I’m the proud son of my father Ole who will be one of our many speakers today.”
More applause from the crowd.
I stared at the man with new interest. Was he married to that devil in Manollo Blanics who’s just insulted me and my dress? He looked to be at least twenty years older than her.
“As I mentioned, there will be a few speeches tonight, talking about Hansen & Dale from 1975 till today. And we have some great entertainers. We have Madam Mim, a magician for the children and you can have your fortune told by clairvoyant Clara in the small white tent behind the party tent.”
I giggled, as the crowd applauded a third time. The two glasses of champagne had already started to get to my head. Probably because I hadn’t eaten since lunch and was ravenous. Did he know just how funny he sounded stuttering on the name of a Disney character?
“What’s so funny?” I hadn’t noticed Adriana passing me to stand closer to her husband at the podium.
“Your husband. He’s so last century, but he really suits you.” I know it was childish and rude, but how could I not? She glared at me but said nothing.
“So I hope you’ll all enjoy yourselves. The food will soon be ready and we’ll announce when we’re turning on the chocolate fondue.”

Emma came out of the party tent and stood next to me. Her face looked a little flustered, but she looked otherwise pretty in a green dress that complimented her eye colour.
“Having fun?” she asked and gestured for me to come and grab food before the queue got too long.
“There really are a few curious characters here,” I giggled.
“Curious? Interesting choice of word. I’d call them Snobs. It’s more appropriate. Or airheads.” She pointed to Adriana Hansen and a couple of her friends who seemed to be giggling together like high school girls.
“But they’re not all bad. Peder Hansen is actually a nice guy even though he’s totally clueless about modern life and has a wife that could pass for his daughter.”
“What about Dale?”
“He has retired, and there was no junior to take over.”
She started loading a plate full of salad items, bread and three skewers. I followed her example as well as loading another plate full of fruits.
A woman who looked to be in her mid-thirties waved at us as we walked with our plates to find somewhere to sit. She was wearing a navy blue suit with an A-line skirt, and had discrete make-up on. “Over here!” she shouted. She introduced herself as Anita, also working in HR. “Emma is my boss,” she said. Emma and Anita talked about work and some other internal gossip, while I enjoyed my food in silence and watched the people around me. Madam Mim had arrived and her costume was definitely inspired by the Disney witch. But hopefully her personality wasn’t. The children seemed to love her anyway as she pulled a brown rabbit out of a hat.
When Madam Mim had done her thing and the speeches started, I went inside to look for the toilets. I was both bursting and my lipstick needed a touch up. There were two women in there already. Oil wives of the other kind, the kind the younger ones changed into as they got older. These women were plumper, or slim in a softer way, and looked like they’d spent more time at the champagne bar than at the gym. But they still looked elegant in a faded way.
“Well, I’ve never had my fortune told,” said the first one, a brunette redoing her eye liner. “So I simply have to go see that clairvoyant woman.”
“She’s amazing,” replied her blond friend who was applying hand cream. “She told me I was about to embark on a journey of love, spirituality, insights and surprises. Do you think I’m going to be the next Elizabeth Gilbert?”
“Who’s that?” ask the brunette.
“I can’t believe you don’t know!” exclaimed the blond. “She’s the genious behind Eat, Pray, and Love. A woman’s search for answers to Everything across Italy, India and Indonesia.” She turned to me as I got to the sink next to her and started washing my hands. “Have you read it?”
I nodded and got busy with my lipstick. I hoped she wouldn’t ask more questions. I had indeed read the first few pages, but I’d given up. I just found the book too predictable. And it all seemed a bit too planned to be a genuine memoir… I had enjoyed the film more because it seemed more suited to a film. Although I’d found that too quite dull.
“Wonderful don’t you think?”
Oh no. the dreaded question.
“Positively enlightening,” I replied putting my lipstick back in my clutch bag.
“You see Yvonne?” said the blond. “I’ll lend you the book.”
“I don’t think you will be the new Elizabeth Gilbert,” said Yvonne the brunette solemnly. “I mean, can you afford to travel anywhere after you made your poor husband almost bankrupt buying that real diamond tiara at that auction in France?”
“You speak for yourself,” said the blond. “My husband at least doesn’t have a gambling problem”.
I left the two women to air their dirty laundry to each other in the toilet and went in search for clairvoyant Clara. I didn’t believe in fortune telling. But I’d never had it done. And it would be interesting to see what she’d say to me.
I had to wait only five minutes outside the small white tent behind the party tent before the curtains opened and a red-haired teenage girl came out. I walked gingerly through the curtain wondering what the next few minutes would hold.
“What kind of reading do you want?” Asked Clairvoyant Clara. She was wearing jeans, a pink top and had short strawberry blond hair. Her looks were far from the gipsy/new age look I’d been expecting. She was sitting on a stool and the tent smelled strongly of frankincense. On the camping table in front of her, lay three Dec of cards.
“What?” she said when I didn’t answer straight away.
“Ehm, it’s just that you don’t, I mean you look different from what I’d imagine.”
She laughed a deep, throaty laugh
“I refused to fulfill the cliché,” she said. “Hope you’re not too disappointed”. I shook my head.
“There’s something different about you,” she said. I didn’t answer. I knew so called psychics used those kinds of opening lines before they were about to bullshit you further. That, or “You’ve been worried lately”. Everyone is always worried about something, so it’s a safe opening that will have most people go “Yeah, how did you know?”
“You are from overseas and you’re here because you’re running away from something. “I’m right aren’t I?” she said as she saw the startled look on my face. “Come here, Sarah, Andrea?” “Sandra,” I said, wondering how she’d almost gotten my name right.
She drew out a stool next to hers and I sat down.
“You’re also looking for answers to a big and old mysteries. You’re running away and this mystery is linked. It’s all one big chain of events really.”
Surely bullshitting psychics weren’t that spot on.
“You see, I’m a medium,” she said as if she’d read my thoughts. “And the moment you came in, I got lots of voices in my head trying to tell me something. But they’re all talking at the same time. You must be dealing with many deaths Sandra. Many unfair deaths.”
I shivered despite the heat in the tent and nodded slowly.
“You shall find all the answers where you least expect them. All shall be revealed on the eve of Saint John. And fear the living, not the dead. For the dead shall protect you while some living will try to harm you. Go to the lighthouse on the eve of Saint John. You will be expected.”
Clara got up and smiled. “Whatever it is, good luck,” she said.
“How much do I owe you? I asked.
“Nothing. This reading was a pleasure. As I said, you are different from most people who come to me. You seek real answers, not fame or fortune. You’d be surprised how many people want to hear some crap about love or money rather than the actual whole truth about themselves.”
“So do you ever make things up?”
“I don’t, said Clara. “Everybody have degrees of love, money, success and spirituality in their lives. But how much of that, and how much of all the other stuff I talk to people about, depends on how receptive they are.”
“I wasn’t receptive. Was I? I don’t believe in clairvoyance.”
“Oh but you are receptive. Being receptive has nothing to do with believing in clairvoyance. The way I see it, being receptive means being able to take and accept the truth from wherever it comes. Most people can’t and won’t and have subconsciously closed themselves off to it. That’s why they’ll most likely never live to their full potential .And wasn’t what I told you right?”
I nodded. “Too right.”
“Just be careful. You have already been hurt by people you thought you knew, and until all the pieces in this puzzle are put together, you will be in great danger. The eve of Saint John will be the most dangerous in your life thus far. Whether you’ll survive I cannot say. But you should have the strength to do so and the wits.”
And with that, she opened the curtain and I walked out into the warm summer evening and towards the party tent where very soon, the cake would be cut.