The cat looks at him for a long time. As if to say: “You’re not serious, are you?”
Eventually Ove sticks his hands in his pockets and shakes his head. “No... no, I suppose not.”
He sighs glumly. And then he packs up the battery and clamps and corrugated iron and puts everything in the garage.
Not because he doesn’t think those morons deserve a proper electric shock. Because they do.
But because he knows it’s been a while since someone reminded him of the difference between being wicked because one has to be or because one can.
“It was a bloody good idea, though,” he concludes to the cat as they go back into the house.
The cat goes into the living room with the dismissive body language of someone mumbling: “Sure, sure it was...” And then they have lunch.
A MAN CALLED OVE AND A SOCIETY WHERE NO ONE CAN REPAIR A BICYCLE ANY MORE
Many people find it difficult living with someone who likes to be alone.
It grates on those who can’t handle it themselves. But Sonja didn’t whine more than she had to. “I took you as you were,” she used to say.
But Sonja was not so silly that she didn’t understand that even men like Ove like to have someone to talk to now and then.
It had been quite a while since he’d had that. “I won,” Ove says curtly when he hears the slamming of the mailbox.
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