Feels his cheeks burning; he’s not quite sure if it’s because of anger or shame.
He looks at the window and the drawn curtains, as if concerned that someone may have seen him.
Isn’t that bloody typical, he thinks. You can’t even kill yourself in a sensible way anymore.
He picks up the snapped rope and throws it in the kitchen wastebasket.
Folds up the plastic sheeting and puts it in the IKEA bags.
Puts back the hammer-action drill and the drill bits in their cases, then goes out and puts everything back in the shed.
He stands out there for a few minutes and thinks about how Sonja always used to nag at him to tidy the place up.
He always refused, knowing that any new space would immediately be an excuse to go out and buy more useless stuff with which to fill it.
And now it’s too late for tidying, he confirms. Now there’s no longer anyone who wants to go out and buy useless stuff.
Now the tidying would just result in a lot of empty gaps.
And Ove hates empty gaps. He goes to the workbench, picks up an adjustable wrench and a little plastic watering can.
He walks out, locks the shed, and tugs at the door handle three times.
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