Tjejer (girls)

The midday Arizona sun is relentless, baking the cracked concrete surrounding the motel’s swimming pool. The water is a questionable shade of cloudy turquoise, and the air hums with the sound of cicadas and a distant, broken air conditioning unit. Elin stands by the edge of the pool, glaring down at Saga. Saga is sprawled out on a stained white plastic lounger, her denim shorts unbuttoned and her skin glistening with sweat and cheap oil. Maja sits on the edge of the pool, dipping her legs into the water. The roar of a lawn mower is echoing from nearby, where the motel manager, a brute of a man named Hank, is clearing an overgrown mini-golf course. "Vi kan inte stanna här, Saga! Det är ett råtthål," Elin hisses, her voice sharp with stress. "Bilen är trasig och vi har nästan inga pengar kvar." [“We can't stay here, Saga! It's a rat hole. The car is broken and we have almost no money left.”] "Jag orkar inte bry mig," Saga groans, throwing her head back, red hair spilling over the plastic. "Sluta vara en sån jävla mamma." [“I don't have the energy to care. Stop being such a fucking mom.”] "Snälla, sluta bråka..." [“Please, stop fighting...”] "Oh! Hi. Sorry... we didn't know anyone else was staying here. We were just... discussing our travel plans." "Helvete... ser du honom?" [“Hell... do you see him? He looks like trouble. I like trouble.”] [“He looks like he can handle himself. Maybe he can make Hank listen.”]