13 "Ove's funny," titters the three-year-old with delight. (Three)

Moments later, Parvaneh comes back down the corridor of the waiting room.
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"Are you looking for your girls?" a nurse asks sharply behind her.
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"There," says the nurse...
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On either side of the bench stand two particularly large representatives of the hospital's security guards, both with very grim facial expressions.

"Are these your children?" one of them asks...

"Yes, what did they do?" Parvaneh wonders, almost terrified.

"They didn't do anything," the other security guard replies with a hostile stare at Ove.

"Me neither," Ove mutters sulkily.

"Ove hit the clauwn!" the three-year-old shrieks delightedly.

"Sneak," says Ove.

Parvaneh stares at him, agape, and can't even think of anything to say.

"Why...hold on...what...what clown?"
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"Ove HIT the clauwn, Mum," the three-year-old titters as if this was the best thing that ever happened in her whole life.

Parvaneh stares for a long time at Ove, the three-year-old, seven-year-old, and the two security guards.
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"I hardly hit him. I just gave him a little poke," Ove mumbles...
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Parvaneh looks at him for a long time in thoughtful silence...The three-year-old looks at Ove with a radiant smile.

"You're funny!" she declares.