Hid her finger in the palm of his hand. Burrowed her nose under his collarbone.
God took a child from me, darling Ove. But he gave me a thousand others.”
In the fourth year she died. Now he stands there running his hand over her gravestone. Again and again. As if he’s trying to rub her back to life.
“I’m really going to do it this time. I know you don’t like it. I don’t like it either,” he says in a low voice.
He takes a deep breath. As if he has to steel himself against her trying to convince him not to do it.
“See you tomorrow,” he says firmly and stamps the snow off his shoes, as if not wanting to give her a chance to protest.
Then he takes the little path down to the parking area, with the cat padding along beside him.
Out through the black gates, around the Saab, which still has the learner plate stuck to the back door.
He opens the passenger door. Parvaneh looks at him, her big brown eyes filled with empathy.
“I’ve been thinking about something,” she says carefully, as she puts the Saab into gear and pulls off.
“Don’t.” But she can’t be stopped. “I was just thinking that maybe I could help you clean out the house. Maybe put Sonja’s things in boxes and—
She hardly has time to speak Sonja’s name before Ove’s face darkens, anger stiffening it into a mask.
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