Jimmy turns to Ove. “Will it be used mainly at home or will she use it outdoors as well?”
Ove pokes his flashlight finger into the air and points it dead straight at the sales assistant.
“Hey! I want her to have the BEST ONE! Understood?” The sales assistant takes a nervous step back.
Jimmy grins and opens his massive arms as if preparing himself for a big hug.
“Let’s say 3G, 128-gig, all the bells and whistles you’ve got. And can you throw in a cable?”
A few minutes later Ove snatches the plastic bag with the iPad box from the counter,
mumbling something about “eightthousandtwohundredandninetyfivekronor and they don’t even throw in a keyboard!”
followed by “thieves,” “bandits,” and various obscenities.
And so it turns out that the seven-year-old gets an iPad that evening from Ove. And a lead from Jimmy.
She stands in the hall just inside the door, not quite sure what to do with that information,
and in the end she just nods and says, “Really nice... thanks.”
Jimmy nods expansively. “You got any snacks?” She points to the living room, which is full of people.
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