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Krishna monks, an oasis of peace next to bustling and lively Soho Square. The place lacked decorations and was almost as clinical as a canteen, but the few other people here were smiling and happy. Hanna had hoped that their positive spirit might rub off on her and for a while it did, until she saw the pub next door, heaving with people laughing together and chatting away in large groups, seemingly without the slightest care in the world, and Hanna felt completely alone again. She ordered her food and picked up a newspaper but today she did not have the attention span to read anything either. A murder, an accident and a natural disaster in Asia – there was nothing but misery and a sense of doom settled itself over her mind.
     
    In the Korhonen family home Biddy sat down with the same newspaper and read a few articles over and over, out loud, then quiet, then out loud again. While she was obviously enjoying herself, Walter had the opportunity to dedicate a little time to his hobbies. Since it was such a beautiful day he went outside to do some gardening, an activity that always relaxed him. The family had taken such pride in their garden and after he had retired, Walter had planted huge rows of vegetable and flower beds. There was a huge lawn and several fruit trees and bushes. At first he had tried to keep Biddy involved in the gardening, until she mistook weeding for harvesting and pulled out unripe potatoes and carrots instead of grass and other unwelcome plants in the beds. As his wife needed more supervision, he had less time to do the garden work. He now even employed a gardener but deeply resented having to waste so much money and not being able to do things himself.
    His knee had been pla ying up for the last few years and was forcing him to give up some of his favourite sports as well: tennis was out of the question now and of course running, too. In a way it seemed good timing because if he were physically still able to do everything that he used to do, it would have been a bigger loss and much harder for him to care for Biddy in the same way. On the other hand, Biddy had been a distinctively loving and giving friend, mother and wife as long as he had known her, and maybe it would have been easy to sacrifice time and hobbies for her.
    Since the signs of her disease had become more apparent , Walter found it much quieter in the garden than before. He noticed how overgrown the hedges had become and thought he could detect signs of neglect on the other side of it as well. He knew he had been too busy to trim them regularly, but to think that the enthusiastic gardeners next door had not cut back their side of it seemed unusual. Did they deliberately keep it thick like this so it would act as a visual shield? Or was that his paranoia again?
    Afte r half an hour of weeding, he started to get an uneasy feeling and decided to go inside and check up on Biddy. His son Henrik urged him never to leave Biddy alone at all, which Walter felt was far too dramatic. On the other hand, only the other day Biddy had tried to press clothes and had left the iron on top of one of his shirts on the board. It was only by chance that he had come into the room in time and prevented a fire. Better to be safe than sorry he thought and went inside. Reassuringly, Biddy was still reading the paper, peacefully and happy. ‘Well, enough of the gardening in any case’, he thought to himself and got ready to cook lunch.
    S ince Biddy had become ill, preparing food was another challenge for him. Even though she had been a good cook, there was now too much that could go wrong with an inattentive mind like hers: she would forget to stir, leave the gas switched on, walk away from the kitchen and start something entirely different. An accident was just waiting to happen. Walter had taken evening classes to learn the craft but he did so with little success.
    Some friends, neighbours and relatives chipped in by bringing food for freezing or delivering