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"You never mentioned him to me in Amsterdam", says Carl. "My father, everything about him, has always been shrouded in mystery. Mother would never talk about him, and if I ever asked her about him she would shush me and change the subject. When sven began to spend summers with him from when we were six, he always had an attendant minding him, a rather strange young man." "Strange in what way", says Erik as he takes an exploratory sip of his vibrantly green matcha. "he almost never talked or said anything. Not even to Sven, whom he seemed to control telepathically. A very strange sort of man. intensely pretty, I mean, more pretty than handsome, But he did seem to like us. Smiled a lot, and enjoyed sitting with us over meals and tea...