Mathea takes a deep breath. "Apart from spending your life going from one seminary to another, and never marrying or settling down or having your own family?" She means it to be a sensible list of reasonable objections, but Ylva doesn't hear that. "You travelled around," she accuses. "You never married! If you did, why can't I? You're so unfair!" "Where are you going?" Mathea turns from the table as Ylva opens the door. "Back to the seminary! I've got work to do!" The door slams behind her. "Ylva!"