Saved

an Art of Dying fragment

My mother’s mother Olga was religious — religious bordering on madness. Jesus and the Bible were every-thing. Not that I really understood the madness of being over-the-top Christian at the time, but I had overheard my dad, more than once, refer to Olga, and her equally religious sister Ebba, as the old Jesus witches, so it probably wasn’t an altogether good thing, this Jesus thing.