“I just thought I’d have more time, somehow. To do... everything.” She doesn’t answer.
“I know how you feel about causing trouble, Sonja. But this time you have to understand. One can’t reason with these people.”
He pokes his thumbnail into the palm of his hand. The gravestone stays where it is without saying anything,
but Ove doesn’t need words to know what she would have thought.
The silent approach has always been her preferred trick when there are disputes with him. Whether she’s alive or dead.
In the morning, Ove had called that Social Services Authority or whatever the hell it was called.
He’d called from Parvaneh’s house because he no longer had a telephone line.
Parvaneh had advised him to be “friendly and approachable.”
It hadn’t started so well, because before long Ove had been connected to the “responsible officer.”
Which was the smoking man in the white shirt. He directly demonstrated a significant level of agitation about the little white Škoda,
which was still parked at the end of the road outside Rune and Anita’s house.
And, yes, Ove could have established a better negotiating position if he’d immediately apologized about it
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색