He’s already gone several yards when he realizes that he has the cigarette butts in his pocket,
but by then it’s too late to do anything about it.
Blond Weed is standing in the street. Mutt starts barking hysterically as soon as it catches sight of Ove.
The door to the house behind them is open and Ove assumes they are standing there waiting for that thing known as Anders.
Mutt has something like fur in its mouth; its owner grins with satisfaction. Ove stares at her as he goes past; she doesn’t avert her eyes.
Her grin gets even broader, as if she’s grinning at Ove’s expense.
When he passes between his house and that of the Lanky One and Pregnant Woman, he sees the Lanky One standing in the doorway.
“Hi there, Ove!” he calls out inanely. Ove sees his ladder leaning up against the Lanky One’s house.
The Lanky One waves cheerfully. Apparently he’s got up early today, or at least early by the standard of IT consultants.
Ove can see that he’s holding a blunt silver dinner knife in one hand.
And he realizes he’s most likely intending to use it to lever the jammed upstairs window.
Ove’s ladder, which the Lanky One is clearly about to scale, has been shoved at an angle into a deep snowdrift.
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