Anxious People by Fredrik Backman Sample
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a stele moved silently through the hall. Her old body was now so light that she would have been an excellent hunter. If only she didn't talk so much. She looked indulgently at the bank robber row and roger in turn on the bench, and when none of them noticed her, she cleared her throat apologetically and asked, can I ask if anyone's hungry? There's food in the freezer, I could throw something together. That's to say, I'm sure there's food in the kitchen. People usually have food in the kitchen, estelle knew no better way to say that she cared about people than to ask if they were hungry. The bank robber gave her a sad but appreciative smile. Some food would be great thanks, but I don't want to be any trouble. Row, on the other hand nodded enthusiastically, for no other reason than that she was so hungry she could eat a line with a Ryan still on it. Maybe we could order pizza. The thought delighted her so much that she accidentally elbowed Roger, who seemed to wake up from being deep in thought he looked up What pizza? Row repeated pizza now. Roger snorted and looked at his watch. The bank robber who had been struck by another thought in turn sighed in resignation. No, to start with, I haven't actually got enough money to order pizza. I can't even manage to take hostages without them starving to death. Roger folded his arm and looked at the bank robber for the first time. Not judgmentally, but more curiously. Can I ask what your plan is? How are you thinking of getting out of here? The bank robber blinked hard, then admitted, without bothering to dress it up. I don't know, I didn't think this far. I was just trying. I just needed money for the rent because I'm getting divorced and the lawyer said they'll take my Children away, otherwise my girls. Oh, I don't want to bother you with it. Sorry. It's probably best to give myself up. I get it. If you give yourself up now and go out into the street. The police might kill you, Rose said, not altogether Encouragingly. What a thing to say, estelle said. It's probably true. They see you as armed and dangerous. And people like that tend to get shot on sight. Roger added informative lee. The ski mask suddenly looked rather moist around the eye holes. This isn't even a real pistol. It doesn't look real. Roger agreed, based on his almost breathtakingly total lack of experience. On the subject, the bank robber whispered, I'm an idiot. I'm a failure and an idiot. I haven't got a plan. They want to shoot me. They might as well. I can't get anything right. Anyways, the bank robbers stood up and walked toward the door of the apartment with newfound determination. It was ro who went and stood in the way, partly because the bank robber had talked about having kids of course, but also because at this point in her life row could sympathize with the feeling of getting things wrong the whole time. So she exclaimed, Hello, are you just going to give up now, after all this, can't we at least order pizza and hostage films? The police always provide pizza free of charge. Estelle folded her hands over her stomach and added, I've got nothing against pizza. Do you think they'd send some salad too? Roger grunted without looking up free. Are you serious, serious as kidney stones roast? War hostages. Always get pizza in films. If we can just think of a way to contact the police, we can order some. Roger, stared down at the floor for a long, long time. Then he glanced over at the closed door of the closet at the other end of the apartment, trying to sense his wife's presence through it. The skin beneath his eyes kept twitching spasmodically. Then it was as if he'd made up his mind to act because in Rogers experience nothing good ever came from him thinking things through for too long, so he slapped his hand down firmly on his knees and stood up. He was seizing the initiative and just doing what made him feel warm inside. Okay, all organized pizza. He marched toward the balcony, estelle scuttled quickly into the kitchen to find plates row and turn set off toward the closet to ask what sort of pizza Julia wanted. The bank robber was left alone in the hall clutching the pistol and muttering quietly. Worst hostages ever. You're the worst hostages ever.