sitting with the drill in his hand and his heart beating so hard that he feels the pulse inside his head.
There’s a photo on the wall beside the front door, of Ove and Sonja.
It’s almost forty years old. That time they were in Spain on a bus tour.
She’s suntanned, wearing a red dress, and looking so happy. Ove is standing next to her, holding her hand.
He sits there for what must be an hour, just staring at that photo.
Of all the imaginable things he most misses about her, the thing he really wishes he could do again is hold her hand in his.
She had a way of folding her index finger into his palm, hiding it inside.
And he always felt that nothing in the world was impossible when she did that.
Of all the things he could miss, that’s what he misses most.
Slowly he stands up. Goes into the living room. Up the steps of the stool.
And then once and for all he drills the hole and puts in the hook.
Then gets off the stool and studies his work. He goes into the hall and puts on his suit jacket.
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