She'd dropped Pippi off at the train station, that last Sunday in August; had even helped carrying her hatbox filled with sandwiches, a little confused that the strongest girl in the world had taken her up on her offer. Summer was better than this. She breathes in, and it is the smell of a picnic in the woods, of a lazy Sunday beneath the birch trees, back when there were three of them and no-one was shooting at real people. Pity, it could have been a fantastic step towards insight, Annika thinks, can't the answer be more explicit? Has to be presentable at all times. There is rumbling and rummaging in the other room, and then Pippi emerges.
The rest is staying here, all the things she found during the semester:
She hoists her suitcase into the back of her parents' new and fabulous car. Not even enough to hatch a litter of chicks, knows Annika, country bumpkin. Has to be presentable at all times. It doesn't make a difference that it's only Pippi she's visiting - only Pippi! Must be nice to live like that.