![]() ![]() It enabled them to use their time more efficiently. ![]() One of them would read out loud while the other continued with her work. She read out the serialized novel, A Life by Guy de Maupassant, part 15. Gudrun had put down her knitting and picked up an old copy of Morgunbladid. Hallbjorg finished knitting the woolen sock and cast on the new one, but she glanced out the window at regular intervals. Even though they wouldn’t admit it to each other, they were quite eager to hear the latest gossip about this troublemaker. The two women had, therefore, not dared to leave the house unlocked. Over the past two days, they had heard many stories about that terrible man from Reykjavik, who had been loitering around like the village drunk and causing trouble everywhere. Contrary to their habits, they had locked the front door. She wanted to be able to see guests when they appeared in front of the house and to be ready to open the door. Hallbjorg sat by the kitchen window and peered through the rain falling against the glass. They hadn’t spotted the district officer going out to sea that day, so the teacher was probably at home. They had coffee ready in the flask and had saved a bit of the cookies, which Ingibjorg of Bakki had sent over to them on Whitsunday. No news came that day, and Hogni, who also used to pass by in the afternoon for a cup of coffee, didn’t show. ![]()
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