They put on their coats loosely, shot into their shoes and walked to Huib's work shed. He was busy tidying up his wood, sorting it, so that he could better oversee what he still had in stock.

"Hey youngsters," he greeted them warmly, "how are you, Lisa?"

"Fine by itself, just busy in my head. We've had to arrange a few things." Without telling what they had in mind about the property for Huib, she shared what she had just discussed with Ellen. "And tomorrow morning we can get to the house as early as 11 o'clock, the police will let us in then. Do you think we can use the pickup then?"

"I don't think that should be a problem, in fact Annerieke never uses it. And I myself am thinking about starting to paint the baby's room tomorrow, the window frames and all, so I won't need the pick-up myself. You have the key Sjaak, so take it with you tomorrow! And since you're here... do you feel like watching a movie with Margreet and me on Friday night?"

"Another movie?" Sjaak asked laughing. "That will be the third one then this week! Do you already have a movie in mind?"

"Yep, 'The Transporter'. I was reminded of that when I heard your violin playing yesterday Lisa. That song you played is sung at the end of that movie."

Lisa turned red, "Did you hear me play the violin?"

"Yes, Margreet did too, and we loved it," Huib hesitated for a moment. "How should I put it... we felt you, let's put it that way. Do you know what I mean by that?"

"Yeah, Sjaak had the same thing, felt my pain in the music. But I don't really like that everyone can hear that..."

"You mean because then everyone will hear how you feel?"

Lisa nodded, feeling embarrassed.

"But the beautiful thing here is that we belong together," Huib thought, "we don't mind feeling your pain. In a way, we're even happy about it, because we know it'll only make you better! As far as I'm concerned, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Please play the stars from the sky, we really like it!"

He patted her cheek and gave her a wink.

"Okay, special again... I really like the fact that we united like this here, but on the other hand I still have to get used to it."

"I get that, and that's no problem at all, just take it as it comes. I promise you that there will come a day when you are completely used to it!"

Huib smiled at her and looked at Sjaak.

"Definitely," Sjaak responded, "even I got used to it! Lisa, you don't want to know how human-shy I was!"

"Hmm you seem pretty over that," Lisa suggested.

"Yes, here at least I am, I feel safe here, I feel like I belong. At first I only knew it here in my head, now I feel it too, it's sort of embedded in my being now."

Huib laughed out loud now, "You could become a speaker by now, you put it beautifully!" He gave Sjaak a friendly slap on the shoulder.

"But back to that movie for a moment: would you like to come and watch it with us that Friday night?"

Sjaak and Lisa looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.

"Nice prospect, wonderful movie nights in the planning! I love it!" laughed Huib.

"I think I do too," Lisa said cautiously, "I just don't know yet if I'll like the movies, but well, I'll find out!"

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Sjaak and Lisa walked back home, their arms wrapped around each other.

"What a lot is happening in a row huh? It feels like a rollercoaster," Lisa said. "I think it's a lot and intense, but it feels good. It feels like 'just a little bit of getting through' and then the sun will start shining brightly."

Sjaak smiled at her, as he pulled her tightly against him for a moment, "You are my sunshine, a wonderful shining sunshine! But what you feel, I also feel. It is a lot, and also intense. I am glad that we can go through it together, we together, and together with our family here. That feels so damn good!"

He pulled her tightly against him once more, as all kinds of emotions flooded him.

At home, Lisa picked up her violin. "I want to play that song again, is that okay for you too?"

"Oh yes, please, I don't know the lyrics, but the melody is beautiful! I'll just lie back on the couch, the best way to listen to your music."

As he stretched out on the couch, Lisa began to play. The song emerged quietly from her violin, but became stronger, more powerful as she went along. She played with an inner conviction, with an urge to let go of her past. Full of joy and gratitude for her deliverance, her salvation, she made her violin cheer more and more.

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