“No,
this isn’t tradition. Well, for me it is, but it’s not something
everyone here does.”
Ulf
had to shout the words, because the kids had turned up the volume,
and at least one of them was an expert in knowing exactly how far you
could push the old sound system.
Who the hell?
It’s at least fifteen years out of date.
Just
as he was about to turn to Yukio to see if he had heard the answer
another voice broke through the bedlam.
“Satellites
by that rock and one by the tree! Secondary sub by the tree as well!”
Amaya?
“For
you? From when you were young the first time?” Yukio’s voice cut
through the music just as well as Amaya’s had done.
Ulf
nodded. Midsummer had been a full weekend party during his years at
Chalmers. The main party was the Saturday one. Everyone just got too
drunk during Midsummer’s Eve.
That’s what,
almost sixty years ago. I doubt it’s still like that now. Damn, I’m
getting ancient.
Living
two lives did strange things to your sense of time. Forty here, when
by all rights he should be close to eighty.
Then
the speakers blasted away something from before his first time at
high school.
Damn!
That’s old. Wonder if I had even become a teenager when that one
hit the lists. Ulf grinned at Yukio who stood shaking his head.
“What’s
this crap?”
“Old
crap,” Ulf said, “old even for me.” But secretly he loved the
music. There were memories mixed in with it.
Further
down the mountainside Amaya and the oldest of her kids finished
preparing the evening’s bedlam. Somewhere close James was bound to
be busy preparing the food. Not the kind of semi formal dinner of
yesterday, in as much as the drunken madness that was a Midsummer’s
Eve’s party could be called formal, but probably something more
scattered, with tables spread out all over the garden.
It’s
good to see you all together again. Not like their first year
during high school. They got estranged during that awful first second
year trimester. Noriko, we owe you big time, and I’m not even
certain the others know how hard you worked for the rest of us.
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