ABSTRACT
At the appointed time, Fredrik comes running up all five flights of stairs, carrying his son. The receptionist has told him where he can hang up their outdoor clothes. However, they are still fully dressed, wearing their caps and gloves, when they arrive at our rooms. Fredrik just could not bring himself to sit in the waiting room. He preferred to wait on the sidewalk outside instead. They are all bundled up, because it is a cold day and they have walked a long way. We ask them to come into the playroom where Fredrik, Jorge and I sit down in the easy chairs. Victor has buried himself inside his father’s jacket and is crying softly. He is distraught and wants to go home.
