Free The Journey to the End of the World (Joel Gustafson Stories) by Henning Mankell

walking down the street. And told himself that her wearing a green coat meant nothing at all. It was thirteen years since Mummy Jenny left them. This couldn’t be the same coat. There was nothing to say that this woman was Mummy Jenny. There were no doubt lots of women living in that building.
    Joel was sure he was imagining things. It was always the same. Imagining things that led him to reach false conclusions.
    Nevertheless, he crossed the street and started following the woman. Perhaps he would catch a glimpse of her face? Samuel always used to say that he looked so much like his mum.
    She turned a corner. Joel increased his pace. He was missing his trainers now. He cursed The Black Wave, who couldn’t keep his hands off Joel’s rucksack.
    He peered cautiously round the corner. She had stopped and was looking round. Then she crossed over the street. Her heels clicked on the paving stones. A nearby clock struck twelve. Midnight. Joel tried to think where she might be going. In the middle of the night. On her own. And she seemed to be in a hurry.
    Who needed to hurry when it was turned midnight?
    Now she turned another corner. Joel increased his pace again. Perhaps she would disappear through some door or other before he had a chance to see which? He peered round this corner: there she was. Still hurrying along. Heels clicking.
    Joel kept on following her. As long as he didn’t know for certain, this could be Mummy Jenny.
    She suddenly stopped and turned round. Joel just managed to sidle into the shadows. Had she seen him? He held his breath and waited. If she retraced her steps to see who it was following her, he would run off as fast as he could. But perhaps she would scream for help? What would he do then?
    He held his breath. Then he heard her start walking again. Her footsteps were getting softer. He counted to five then peeped out. Waited. Then continued following her.
    They came to a square. Some young people were sitting on a bench. One of them looked like The Black Wave. But it wasn’t him.
    She stopped again. In front of a shop window this time. Then she set off once more. When Joel came to the window he saw it belonged to an ironmonger’s.
    Why would Mummy Jenny be interested in tools?
    It didn’t fit in.
    But then, nothing fitted in.
    ‘I don’t know if it is her,’ he said aloud to himself. ‘I just want to see her face, in order to be sure. I just want to see if I recognise myself in her.’
    He darted into the shadows once more. She had stopped.
    This time she went in through a gate. Joel hurried over to the other side of the street. The gate led into a courtyard in front of a large house. It looked like a school. He could see that there was a sign over the imposing entrance, but it was too dark and too far away for him to read it. There were steps leading up to the door. He watched her open it and walk into a brightly lit hall. Then the door closed behind her. She had vanished.
    Joel waited. Then he crossed the street and read what it said over the entrance.
    The Autumn Light Foundation.
    Joel had no idea what a foundation was. And why was it called Autumn Light ?
    There was a streetlamp close to the gate. He slunk into the shadows.
    What on earth was he doing? Somebody comes out of the front door of the building where his mother might possibly live. So he follows her. When he ought really to be asleep in bed in his hotel room.
    That almost gave him a bad conscience. Samuel didn’t have much money. But he had paid for a hotel room, and Joel wasn’t even using the bed. He made up his mind to spend as much time as possible in it the following day.
    He also made up his mind to leave. But he stayed.
    He made up his mind not to open the gate.
    Then he opened it.
    But I’m not going to go as far as the steps, he told himself.
    Then he walked up to the steps. But he didn’t dare to open the door. He tried to listen. But there wasn’t a sound to be heard.
    There was a wide gravel path surrounding the