“Hi, how can I help you?” Ove drills his police-flashlight finger into the counter.
“I want a computer!” The colleague no longer looks quite as happy.
He gives the first sales assistant an insinuating glance as if to say he’ll pay him back for this.
In the meantime the first sales assistant mutters, “I can’t take anymore, I’m going for lunch.”
“Lunch,” snorts Ove. “That’s the only thing people care about nowadays.”
“I’m sorry?” says the colleague and turns around. “Lunch!” He sneers, then tosses the box onto the counter and swiftly walks out.
(THREE WEEKS EARLIER) A MAN CALLED OVE MAKES HIS NEIGHBORHOOD INSPECTION
It was five to six in the morning when Ove and the cat met for the first time.
The cat instantly disliked Ove exceedingly. The feeling was very much reciprocated. Ove had, as usual, gotten up ten minutes earlier.
He could not make head nor tail of people who overslept and blamed it on “the alarm clock not ringing.”
Ove had never owned an alarm clock in his entire life. He woke up at quarter to six and that was when he got up.
Every morning for the almost four decades they had lived in this house,
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