Just hop in, will you, so we can get home,he groans and gestures at Jimmy.
Jimmy nods, upbeat. His cell phone plings. “And stop that noise—this isn’t a bloody pinball arcade.”
“Sorry, man, work keeps e-mailing me all the time,” says Jimmy,
balancing his food in one hand and fiddling with the phone in his pocket with the other.
“So you have a job, then?” says Ove. Jimmy nods enthusiastically. “I program iPhone apps.”
Ove has no further questions. At least it’s relatively quiet in the car for ten minutes until they roll into the parking area outside Ove’s garage.
Ove stops alongside the bicycle shed, puts the Saab into neutral without turning off the engine, and gives his passengers a meaningful look.
It’s fine, Ove. Patrick can manage on his crutches from here,” says Parvaneh with unmistakable irony.
Cars aren’t allowed in the residential area,says Ove.
Undeterred, Patrick extricates himself and his cast from the backseat of the car,
while Jimmy squeezes out of the passenger seat, chicken grease all over his T-shirt.
Parvaneh lifts out the three-year-old in her car seat and puts it on the ground.
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색