Ove looks a little as if she just said, “An awyttsczyckdront!”
“It’s a sort of computer. There are special drawing programs for it. For children,” she whispers a little louder.
And something is shining in her eyes. Something that Ove recognizes.
A MAN CALLED OVE AND THE END OF A STORY
Broadly speaking there are two kinds of people. Those who understand how extremely useful white cables can be, and those who don’t.
Jimmy is the first of these. He loves white cables. And white telephones. And white computer monitors with fruit on the back.
That’s more or less the sum of what Ove has absorbed during the car journey into town,
when Jimmy natters on excitedly about the sorts of things every rational person ought to be so insuperably interested in,
until Ove at last sinks into a sort of deeply meditative state of mind,
in which the overweight young man’s babbling turns to a dull hissing in his ears.
As soon as the young man thundered into the passenger seat of the Saab with a large sandwich in his hand,
Ove obviously wished he hadn’t asked for Jimmy’s help with this.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색