Ove and the cat squatted in the hall and waited for her to leave. “She’s absolutely psychotic, that woman,” said Ove to the cat.
The cat didn’t disagree. When she carried on banging and shouting even louder, Ove didn’t know what to do,
so he threw the door open and put his finger over his mouth, hushing her,
as if in the next moment he was going to point out that this was actually a library.
She attempted to grin up at his face, waving something that Ove instinctively perceived as a camera of some sort.
Or something else. It wasn’t so easy knowing what cameras looked like anymore in this bloody society.
Then she tried to step into his hall. Maybe she shouldn’t have done that.
Ove raised his big hand and pushed her back over the threshold as a reflex, so that she almost fell headfirst into the snow.
“I don’t want anything,” said Ove. She regained her balance and waved the camera at him, while yelling something.
Ove wasn’t listening. He looked at the camera as if it were a weapon, and then decided to flee.
This person was clearly not a reasonable person. So the cat and Ove stepped out the door, locked it,
and headed off as quick as they could towards the parking area. The journalist woman jogged along behind them.
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