When I moved here Jan Vidar hung out with Kjetil, a boy of our age who lived in Kjevil, they were best friends and always in and out of each other's houses. Kjetil's father was in the services, and they had moved around a lot, from what I understood. When Jan Vidar started to hang out with me, mostly because of a common interest in music, Kjetil tried to win him back, kept ringing and inviting him over, made in-jokes that only they understood when the three of us were together at school; if that didn't work he resorted to more devious methods and invited both of us. We cycled round the airport, hung out in the airport café, went to Hamresanden and called on one of the girls there, Rita. Both Kjetil and Jan Vidar were interested in her. Kjetil had a bar of chocolate which he shared on the hill with Jan Vidar, and he gave me none, but that fell flat as well because all Jan Vidar did was break his piece in two and pass me half. Then Kjetil released his grip, directed his attention elsewhere, but for as long as we went to the same school he never found any friends who were as close as Jan Vidar had been. Kjetil was a person everyone liked, especially the girls, but no one wanted to be with him.

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