The Father: Made In Sweden Part I - Plot & Excerpts
Now it was dark from being thumbed open and closed, and just four of those notes remained. After years of silence, Leo had come to his home and waved it around. I’ve just completed a major construction project in Tumba, the Solbo Centre. Seven hundred square metres. Commercial property, good money. As soon as his eldest son had driven off in his shiny fucking company car, Ivan had rushed inside, looking for a pen under some Keno tickets, and had quickly written down what he needed to remember. He’d known it even then, forty-three thousand handed over like it was fucking Monopoly money. That thirty-five grand you thought I owed you. And five thousand in interest. And three thousand more … One for each rib. Ivan balanced the envelope against the beer glass on the table, yellow plastic just like the chair he was sitting on, while heat streamed from the wide pizza oven. He sipped a little more beer from his glass – but not too much, he had to be sharp when he left. He turned his head to the window.
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