and made sure that the kid got winter tires thrown in for the same price.
So it seemed acceptable, in spite of it all. When Ove got to the dealership the bloody kid had been checking out a Hyundai.
So it could have been worse. Once they make it back to their street, they go their separate ways.
Ove, Mirsad, and the cat wave at Parvaneh, Patrick, Jimmy, and the children and turn off around the corner by Ove’s toolshed.
It’s difficult to judge how long the stocky man has been waiting outside Ove’s house.
Maybe all morning. He has the determined look of a straight-backed sentry posted somewhere in the field, in the wilderness.
As if he’s been cut from a thick tree trunk and the below-freezing temperature is of no concern to him.
But when Mirsad comes walking around the corner and the stocky man catches sight of him, he quickly comes to life.
“Hello,” he says, stretching, shifting his body weight back to the first foot. “Hello, Dad,” mumbles Mirsad.
That evening Ove has his dinner with Parvaneh and Patrick,
while a father and son talk about disappointments and hopes and masculinity in two languages in Ove’s kitchen.
Maybe most of all they speak of courage. Sonja would have liked it, Ove knows that much.
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