And when she died the bank simply sent Ove a new card in his name, connected to her account.
And now, after he’s been buying flowers for her grave for the past six months, there’s a sum of 136 kronor and 54 öre left on it.
And Ove knows very well that this money will disappear into the pocket of some bank director if Ove dies without spending it first.
But now when Ove actually wants to use that damned plastic card, it doesn’t work, of course.
Or there are a lot of extra fees when he uses it in the shops. Which only goes to prove that Ove was right all along.
And he’s going to say as much to his wife as soon as he sees her, she had better be quite clear about that.
He had gone out this morning long before the sun had drummed up the energy to rise over the horizon, much less any of his neighbors.
He had carefully studied the train timetable in the hall, then he’d turned out the lights, switched off the radiators, and locked his front door.
He left the envelope with all the instructions on the hall mat inside the door,
assuming that someone would find it when they came to take the house.
He fetched the snow shovel, cleared the snow away from the front of the house, put the shovel back in the shed. Locked the shed.
Had Ove been a bit more attentive he would have noticed the fairly large cat-shaped cavity in the quite large snowdrift,
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