As he marches down the stairs the next morning, he stops in the hallway.
It hasn’t smelled like this in the house since Sonja died.
Watchfully he takes the last few steps down, lands on the parquet floor, and stands in the doorway of the kitchen,
his body language that of a man who has just caught a thief red-handed.
“Is that you who’s been toasting bread?” Mirsad nods anxiously. “Yes... I hope that’s okay. Sorry. I mean, is it?”
Ove notices that he’s made coffee too. The cat is on the floor eating tuna.
Ove nods, but doesn’t answer the question. “Me and the cat have to go for a little walk around our road,” he clarifies instead.
“Can I come?” asks Mirsad quickly. Ove looks at him a little as if Mirsad has stopped him in a pedestrian arcade, dressed up as a pirate,
and asked him to guess under which of the three teacups he’s hidden the silver coin.
“Maybe I can help?” Mirsad continues eagerly. Ove goes into the hall and shoves his feet into his clogs.
“It’s a free country,” he mutters as he opens the door and lets out the cat.
Mirsad interprets this as “Of course you can!” and quickly puts on his jacket and shoes and goes after Ove.
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