Ove didn’t respond, but this did not seem to concern her.
She looked impatient and sort of paced on the spot, while glancing at her watch as if in a hurry.
Don’t let me hold you up,muttered Ove. She managed a teenager’s repressed titter by way of an answer.
“Me and Anders are going skating on the lake!”
Ove merely nodded at this point, taking this as confirmation that the conversation was over, and closed the door.
He put the newspaper under the doormat; it would come in handy for absorbing the snow and slush brought in by the cat and Mirsad.
Back in the kitchen, he began clearing up all the advertising and free newspapers that Adrian had left with the day’s mail
(Sonja might have managed to teach the rascal to read Shakespeare,
but apparently he could not understand a three-word sign that said “NO JUNK MAIL”).
At the bottom of the pile he found the letter from Lena, the one Adrian had delivered that first time he rang Ove’s doorbell.
Back then the youth rang the doorbell, at least—nowadays he ran in and out of the door as if he lived here,
Ove grumbled as he held the letter up to the kitchen lamp like a bank note being checked.
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