“If I repair that for you, the cat stays.” He offers this more as a statement than a question.
Amel seems to lose his self-possession for a few moments. By the time he regains it, in a way he could probably not explain afterwards,
he has become the man holding the stepladder rather than the man standing on the stepladder.
Ove digs about up there for a few minutes, climbs down, brushes the palm of his hand against his trouser leg,
and hands the screwdriver and a little adjustable wrench to the sooty boy.
“You fixed!” cries Amel suddenly as the fan heater splutters back to life.
In an effusive manner, he grabs Ove’s shoulders. “Whiskey? You want? In my kitchen I have the whiskey!”
Ove checks his watch. It’s quarter past two in the afternoon.
He shakes his head while looking a little uncomfortable, partly about the whiskey and partly because of Amel, who is still holding on to him.
The sooty boy disappears through the kitchen door behind the counter, still frenetically rubbing his eyes.
Adrian catches up with Ove and the cat on their way back to the Saab. “Ove, mate, you won’t say anything about Mirsad being...” “Who?”
“My boss,” says Adrian. “The one with the makeup.” “The bent person?” says Ove.
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