“At least stop feeling so sorry for yourself. If it wasn’t for me you’d be living with the kid,
and then you wouldn’t have much left of what you have now for a tail. Think about that!”
He snorts at the cat, in an attempt to change the subject.
The cat rolls onto its side, away from Ove, and goes to sleep in protest.
Ove looks out the window again. He knows very well that the three-year-old isn’t allergic at all.
He knows very well that Parvaneh just lied to him so she wouldn’t have to take care of the Cat Annoyance. He’s not some bloody senile old man.
A MAN WHO WAS OVE AND A BUS THAT NEVER GOT THERE
“Every man needs to know what he’s fighting for.” That was apparently what people said.
Or at least it was what Sonja had once read out aloud to Ove from one of her books.
Ove couldn’t remember which one; there were always so many books around that woman.
In Spain she had bought a whole bag of them, despite not even speaking Spanish.
“I’ll learn while I’m reading,” she said. As if that was the way you did it.
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