He’s silent. And then they both stand there, the fifty-nine-year-old and the teenager, a few yards apart, kicking at the snow. As if they were kicking a memory back and forth, a memory of a woman who insisted on seeing more potential in certain men than they saw in themselves.
I think this is the first mention of Ove's age. At least it's the first time it stood out to me. I pictured him MUCH older than 59...
