Chapter 13

Blue eyes of the bluest blue. That’s the first thing I saw when I woke up. Then came the rest; expensive tweed jacket and brown trousers, white hairs, lots of wrinkles and an inquisitive look. 

“Let me see your eyes again,” he said and a hunch told me that the old man was Lars’ father. Same voice and a certain family air between them. Both are bossy because I obeyed without thinking it twice. I opened wide. 

“Is that your natural hair colour?” He asked me after a  thorough inspection of me. 

“Yes, it is.” I answered a bit intimidated. 

“One could say that you’re an albino but with its characteristics turned down.” He released my chin and went back to sit in his chair next to my bed. “Very rare, indeed.” 

“I’m Dr. Martin Berggren, nice to meet you. Lars told me you’d be here.”