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"
There
is
!
"
said
Eric
.
"
Like
yesterday
.
Christopher
and
I
fought
then
,
too
.
"
"
Quite
unnecessary
,
"
said
Mommy
.
"
You
could
just
as
well
have
decided
who
was
right
by
a
sensible
discussion
.
"
Eric
sat
down
at
the
kitchen
table
and
cradled
his
injured
head
in
his
hands
.
"
That
's
what
you
think
,
"
he
said
,
glowering
at
his
mother
.
"
This
is
what
Christopher
said
to
me
:
'
I
can
give
you
a
beating
,
'
he
said
.
And
then
I
said
:
'
Oh
,
you
can
,
can
you
?
'
How
could
we
have
decided
that
by
a
sensible
discussion
?
You
tell
me
.
"
Mommy
could
not
think
what
to
say
and
broke
off
her
peace
talk
abruptly
.
Her
belligerent
son
looked
rather
gloomy
and
she
hastened
to
put
some
hot
chocolate
and
freshly
baked
buns
in
front
of
him
,
which
Eric
liked
very
much
.
He
had
noticed
the
delicious
smell
of
baking
when
he
came
up
the
stairs
,
and
his
mother
's
tasty
cinnamon
buns
did
at
least
make
life
more
bearable
.
Pensive
,
Eric
took
a
bite
,
and
while
he
was
eating
Mommy
stuck
a
Band-Aid
on
the
lump
on
his
forehead
.
Then
she
kissed
him
lightly
and
asked
,
"
And
what
did
you
two
disagree
about
today
?
"
"
Bridget
and
Christopher
say
that
Karlsson-on-the-Roof
is
only
make-believe
.
They
say
I
've
just
invented
him
,
"
said
Eric
.
"
And
is
n't
he
?
"
asked
Mommy
cautiously
.
Eric
glared
at
her
with
an
indignant
eye
over
his
cup
of
hot
chocolate
.
"
Wo
n't
you
,
at
least
,
believe
what
I
say
?
I
asked
Karlsson
himself
if
he
was
real
...
"
he
said
.
