to the young man standing there with his torso bare in the middle of Ove’s living room,
the fat trembling over his chest down towards his knees, as if he were a big mound of ice cream that had first melted and then been refrozen.
“Here, give him to me,” says the young man unconcernedly and reaches over with two arms thick as tree trunks towards Parvaneh.
When she hands over the cat he encloses it in his enormous embrace, pressing it against his chest as if trying to make a gigantic cat spring roll.
“By the way, my name’s Jimmy,” he says to Parvaneh and smiles. “I’m Parvaneh,” says Parvaneh.
“Nice name,” says Jimmy. “Thanks! It means ‘butterfly.’” Parvaneh smiles. “Nice!” says Jimmy.
“You’ll smother that cat,” says Ove. “Oh, give it a rest, will you, Ove,” says Jimmy.
“I reckon it would rather freeze to death in a dignified manner than be strangled,”
he says to Jimmy, nodding at the dripping ball of fluff pressed into his arms.
Jimmy pulls his good-tempered face into a big grin. “Chill a bit, Ove.”
You can say what you like about us fatties, but we’re awesome when it comes to pumping out a bit of heat!
Parvaneh peers nervously over his blubbery upper arm and gently puts the palm of her hand against the cat’s nose.
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