“Not another word,” he roars, with a booming sound inside the car.
“But I was only thi—” “Not another bloody WORD. Have you got it?!” Parvaneh nods and goes silent.
Shaking with anger, Ove stares out the window all the way home.
A MAN CALLED OVE BACKS UP A TRAILER. AGAIN.
The next morning, after letting the cat out, he fetched Sonja’s father’s old rifle from the attic.
He’d decided that his dislike of weapons could never be greater than his dislike of all the empty places
she has left behind in their silent little house. It was time now.
But it seems that someone, somewhere, knows the only way of stopping him is to put something in his way that makes him angry enough not to do it.
For this reason, he stands now in the little road between the houses, his arms defiantly crossed,
looking at the man in the white shirt and saying: “I am here because there was nothing good on the TV.
The man in the white shirt has been observing him without the slightest hint of emotion through the entire conversation.
In fact, whenever Ove has met him, he has been more like a machine than a person. Just like all the other white shirts Ove has run into in his life.
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