But Ove isn’t bloody arguing. He just thinks right is right. Is that such an unreasonable attitude to life?
He raises his eyes and looks at her. “I suppose you’re annoyed I didn’t come yesterday like I promised,” he mumbles.
She doesn’t say anything. “The whole street is turning into a madhouse,” he says defensively.
Complete chaos. You even have to go out and back up their trailers for them nowadays.
“And you can’t even put up a hook in peace,” he continues as if she’s disagreeing.
He clears his throat. “Obviously I couldn’t put the hook up when it was dark outside.”
“If you do that there’s no telling when the lights go off. More likely they’ll stay on and consume electricity.”
“Out of the question.” She doesn’t answer. He kicks the frozen ground. Sort of looking for words. Clears his throat briefly once again.
“Nothing works when you’re not at home.” She doesn’t answer. Ove fingers the plants.
I’m tired of it, just rattling around the house all day while you’re away.
She doesn’t answer that either. He nods. Holds up the plants so she can see them.
“They’re pink. The ones you like. They said in the shop they’re perennials but that’s not what they’re bloody called.”
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