Ove looks as if this was his plan all along. Parvaneh mops some sweat off her cheek.
A man with a ragged, dirty beard is leaning against a wall halfway down the street. He has a paper cup in front of him.
Outside the café Ove, Parvaneh, and the cat meet a slim boy aged about twenty
who has what looks very much like black soot around his eyes.
It takes Ove a moment to realize it’s the boy who was standing behind the lad with the bicycle when Ove met him the first time.
He looks a little cautious; although he smiles at Ove, Ove can’t think of anything to do but nod back.
As if wanting to clarify that while he has no intention of returning the smile, he is prepared to acknowledge receipt of it.
“Why didn’t you let me park next to the red car?” Parvaneh wants to know as they open the glass door and step inside.
Ove doesn’t answer. “I would have managed it!” she says self-confidently.
Ove shakes his head wearily. Two hours ago she didn’t know where the clutch was;
now she’s irritated because he won’t let her squeeze into a narrow parking space.
Once they’re inside the café, Ove sees from the corner of his eye how the slim soot-eyed boy offers the sandwiches he’s hiding to the vagrant.
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