She leans her head back, so that Ove stands there talking to the underside of her chin.
Who’s Patrick?Ove asks the chin.My husband,the chin answers.
The Lanky One?asks Ove.That’s him, yeah,says the chin.
And he fell off the ladder?Ove clarifies.Yes. When he was opening the window.
Right. What a bloody surprise; you could see that one coming from a mile away...
The chin disappears and the large brown eyes reappear.
They don’t look entirely pleased. “Are we going to have a debate about this or what?” Ove scratches his head, slightly bothered.
No, no... but can’t you drive yourself? In that little Japanese sewing machine you arrived in the other day?” he tries to protest.
I don’t have a driver’s license,she replies, mopping blood from her lip.
What do you mean you don’t have a driver’s license?asks Ove, as if her words are utterly inexplicable to him.
Again she sighs impatiently. “Look, I don’t have a driver’s license and that’s all, what’s the problem?”
“How old are you?” Ove asks, almost fascinated now.
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