Ove wasn’t much for restaurants. He had never understood why one would ever eat out for a lot of money when one could eat at home.
He wasn’t so taken with show-off furniture and elaborate cooking, and he was very much aware of his conversational shortcomings as well.
Whatever the case, he had eaten in advance so he could afford to let her order whatever she wanted from the menu,
while opting for the cheapest dish for himself. And at least if she asked him something he wouldn’t have his mouth full of food.
To him it seemed like a good plan. While she was ordering, the waiter smiled ingratiatingly.
Ove knew all too well what both he and the other diners in the restaurant had thought when they came in.
She was too good for Ove, that’s what they’d thought. And Ove felt very silly about that. Mostly because he entirely agreed with their opinion.
She told him with great animation about her studies, about books she’d read or films she’d seen.
And when she looked at Ove she made him feel, for the first time, that he was the only man in the world.
And Ove had enough integrity to realize that this wasn’t right, that he couldn’t sit here lying any longer.
So he cleared his throat, collected his faculties, and told her the whole truth.
That he wasn’t doing his military service at all, that in fact he was just a simple cleaner on the trains who had a defective heart
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