A Man Called Ove

by Fredrik Backman

The young man stands there waving, setting his fat breasts into motion under his T-shirt.

Wtf???????

“I just wanted to know what it felt like to be someone you look at.”

:')

Maybe their sorrow over children that never came should have brought the two men closer. But sorrow is unreliable in that way. When people don’t share it there’s a good chance that it will drive them apart instead.