Barbarism

an Art of Dying fragment

When after a brief liaison with my dad to be, Lisbet found herself pregnant with me (it was an accident, my father assured me many years later — thanks a lot, Dad; well, at least he did the right thing by her), her mom Olga (and, I assume, her aunt Ebba and uncle Axel — thick as thieves, they were those three, Axel usually at the helm) living as they did in a cultural backwater, decided to have all of Lisbet’s teeth…