The Dinosaur Feather

walked to the door. Anna had put her hand on the handle when she turned around and pulled her father towards her.
    ‘Silly old fool,’ she said. ‘That’s what you are.’ Jens rested his head on her shoulder and let himself be held. He still hadn’t spoken. It wasn’t until she was some way down the walkway that he called out to her.
    ‘Anna, hold on.’ He came up to her, shivering in the cold. ‘What I was about to tell you just now . . . about Troels. I nearly forgot. But he was here the other day. Wednesday night.’ Anna stopped on the stairs and walked back up two steps. Something inside her turned to ice.
    ‘Here?’
    ‘Yes, I was dozing in front of the telly when I was woken up by a knock on the door. It was Troels. I could barely recognise him! We tried to work out how long it had been. Ten years, we concluded. I made him some tea, he was shivering with cold. He had been to the Student Union, he said, and decided to drop by on his way home. It appears he has been trying to contact you. I was excited that he wanted to apply to the Art College. I never really had much faith in the modelling business. And Karen. Troels told me she is already studying there. That’s brilliant, eh? Did you know? I’m so pleased that you’ve started seeing each other again.’ Jens suddenly looked happy. Then he noticed the expression on Anna’s face.
    ‘What’s wrong?’
    ‘That’s weird.’ Anna hesitated. ‘Because I met Troels yesterday. In the street. And he never mentioned that he had tried to get hold of me.’
    ‘He seemed a little out of it, to be honest.’ Jens was really freezing now. ‘At first I thought he might be on drugs. He was shaking and seemed a bit manic. But it stopped once he came inside and warmed up. And he was ridiculously underdressed. I lent him a woolly jumper. Both his parents have died, did you know? First his mum, breast cancer, and then his dad, the year before last. Troels told me he hadn’t seen much of his dad since his mum died, and that his sister is a lawyer working here in Copenhagen. I don’t think he sees much of her, either . . .’ Jens tailed off.
    ‘Karen and I have agreed to meet up with him. I just need to get a few things out of the way. My viva and . . . Cecilie.’
    ‘Do the right thing, sweetheart,’ Jens said. Anna was on the verge of asking if that meant she should keep her mouth shut, but she suppressed her antagonism.
    ‘I will, Dad,’ she said quietly. Then she walked quickly down to Nørreport station and took the metro to the Bella Centre.
    Anna stuck her key in the lock just before eight o’clock. Karen and Lily were playing with Play-Doh in the living room. Lily was in her PJs and wore a plastic apron. She could hear a Lisa Ekdahl CD in the background and on the table lay four colourful drawings, a combination of Lily’s shapes and Karen’s eye for colour matching.
    ‘They’re lovely,’ Anna said, and meant it. ‘Did you make them?’ Lily was clinging to her like a limpet.
    ‘Yes, I did them all on my own with Auntie Karen.’
    Anna ate the leftovers of Karen and Lily’s dinner. The kaleidoscope pieces were still whirling around inside her head.Outside, the autumn weather raged, Dr Tybjerg was hiding in the Vertebrate Collection and somewhere the World’s Most Irritating Detective was probably putting his feet up after one of his yummy wife’s gourmet dinners. Sod him. Anna’s tomato soup tasted delicious and when she put her daughter to bed, she snuggled up to her in the darkness and told her a story about a bird that was hatched with skis on its feet. Anna lay next to Lily until she was asleep.
    Karen was reading on the sofa when Anna came out and sat down beside her. Karen looked up.
What happened?
her eyes asked.
    ‘Cecilie suffered from severe post-natal depression when I was born. She was at home with me for the first months until it was discovered how much weight I had lost. She didn’t like feeding me. She was admitted to hospital and Jens became a single dad. He called me Sara. When I was nine months old, Cecilie came home. She was well again, or well enough. She didn’t like the name Sara, so I was renamed. Like a computer file.’ Anna fell silent. Karen’s jaw dropped.
    ‘Tell me honestly, did you know? Did your mum ever say anything?’ Anna looked at Karen.
    The light in Karen’s eyes changed, then she cupped Anna’s face in her hands and gently pulled her towards her.
    ‘Anna,’ she said, tenderly. ‘I