In his rearview mirror he sees Parvaneh unconcernedly giving the three-year-old paper and color crayons.
“Does she have to do that in the car?” barks Ove.
“Would you rather have her restless, so she starts wondering how to pull the upholstery off of the seats?”
Parvaneh says calmly. Ove doesn’t answer. Just looks at the three-year-old in his mirror.
She’s shaking a big purple crayon at the cat in Parvaneh’s lap and yelling: “DROORING!”
The cat observes the child with great caution, clearly reluctant to make itself available as a decorative surface.
Patrick sits between them, turning and twisting his body to try to find a comfortable position for his leg cast,
which he’s wedged up on the armrest between the front seats.
It’s not easy, because he’s doing his best not to dislodge the newspapers that Ove has placed both on his seat and under the cast.
The three-year-old drops a color crayon, which rolls forward under the front passenger seat, where Jimmy is sitting.
In what must surely be a move worthy of an Olympian acrobat for a man of his physique,
Jimmy manages to bend forward and scoop up the crayon from the mat in front of him.
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