until Parvaneh came back to pick him up and they went home. As if he couldn’t be trusted to wander about freely among the other hospital visitors.
Parvaneh looks at him for a long time in thoughtful silence.
The seven-year-old gets tired of waiting and starts walking across the parking area towards the house.
The three-year-old looks at Ove with a radiant smile. “You’re funny!” she declares.
Ove looks at her and puts his hands in his trouser pockets.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh. You shouldn’t turn out too bad yourself.” The three-year-old nods excitedly.
Parvaneh looks at Ove, looks at the plastic tube on the floor of his garage. Looks at Ove again, a touch worried.
“I could do with a bit of help taking the ladder away...” she says, as if she was in the middle of a much longer thought.
Ove kicks distractedly at the asphalt. “And I think we have a radiator, as well, that doesn’t work,” she adds—a passing thought.
“Would be nice of you if you could have a look at it.”
“Patrick doesn’t know how to do things like that, you know,” she says and takes the three-year-old by the hand.
Ove nods slowly. “No. Might have known.” Parvaneh nods. Then she suddenly gives off a satisfied smile.
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