She talked as if she were continuously on the verge of breaking into giggles.
And when she giggled she sounded the way Ove imagined champagne bubbles would have sounded if they were capable of laughter.
He didn’t quite know what he should say to avoid seeming uneducated and stupid, but it proved to be less of a problem than he had thought.
She liked talking and Ove liked keeping quiet. Retrospectively, Ove assumed that was what people meant when they said that people were compatible.
Many years later she told him that she had found him quite puzzling when he came to sit with her in that compartment.
Abrupt and blunt in his whole being. But his shoulders were broad and his arms so muscular that they stretched the fabric of his shirt.
And he had kind eyes. He listened when she talked, and she liked making him smile.
Anyway, the journey to school was so boring that it was pleasant just to have some company. She was studying to be a teacher.
Came on the train every day; after a couple miles she changed to another train, then a bus.
All in all, it was a one-and-a-half-hour journey in the wrong direction for Ove.
Only when they crossed the platform that first time, side by side, and stood by her bus stop, did she ask what he was doing there.
And when Ove realized that he was only five or so kilometers from the military barracks
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