She takes a step into the room and remains there for a second, as if for the first time that night she can take in the full enormity of what has happened.
Then she goes up to the bed and stands next to it with fresh tears in her eyes. With both palms she starts thumping Ove's arm.
"Your're not dying on me, Ove," she weeps. "Don't even think about it."
"I think you'd better calm yourself down, woman," Ove whispers hoarsely.
And then she hits him on the arm again. And then he sees the wisdom of keeping quiet for a while.
