Bodil seemed docile outside. But she knew how to pull the strings. She knew that he had lost the interest in sexual enterprises. It was for her advantage. She did not offer herself at the beginning. John felt thwarted, pushed away. He even considered to go to other women. But then Bodil consoled him and said that whenever she would feel that he was ready she would call him and he could fly to her. It consoled him and picturised Bodil as a sexually faithful wife. But John was a bit taken aback. He felt under control of his new wife. Then he smiled. In the matter of sex if his wife took first steps, then what was so bad? He was the king in life, he could choose to do whatever he liked.
He chose to fly to Copenhagen, boarded in a lavish hotel and trying two hundred and fifty varieties of smørrebrød - an open faced sandwich - the ultimate Danish lunch. He thought of calling his wife Bodil, but thought better of it. Perhaps Bodil somehow sensed him near and sent a WhatsApp message, did not call him, pleading to visit her. He typed "Sure" and waited in his hotel for one more day and flew to her arms to crash land on her.