She goes back into the house. Ove stays where he is with the sheet of corrugated iron in his hand and the cat at his side. He mutters something to himself just before the door is closed. Anita turns around in surprise, peers out of the crack, and looks at him. “Pardon me?” Ove twists without meeting her eyes. Then he turns and starts to leave, while his words slip out of him involuntarily. “I said if you have any more problems with those bloody radiators, you can come and ring my doorbell. The cat and me are at home.”
