Sister for Sale
This post was published in Norwegian in june -21 “Do you want to buy something from me?” We were at a dance in Tresfjorden, about a half-hour drive from our hometown. I was 15, recently confirmed, and painfully shy. It was my 18-year-old sister who asked the question. At the time, she was an amcar enthusiast and significantly more outgoing than I was. “What exactly?” the young boy responded. He was sitting in the shelter at the stadium with a…
