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"Yes, I agree with that."

"How about we take today's right?" Tom points to the board that describes
today's dish: Garganelli pasta with creamy parmesan-egg yolk sauce, fried

smoked bacon and crushed black pepper.

“Yes, let's keep it simple. No new-Nordic sandwich for me today. ”
Tom seems to be in a brilliant mood; it's not Olina. He is in a white shirt with a

pattern she has not seen before, almost a bit summery, and a silvery tie, black

jeans and black suede boots. She is herself in her usual, slightly dull everyday
wear consisting of jeans, a collar blouse in red with a white pattern at the neck, a

pair of ordinary dark brown leather boots and the hair set up in a tuber at the
neck.

"You look good and it looks like you're in a good mood, even though we have a

lot of problems," she says slightly.
She hates feeling underdressed, and she does now. It happens to be a scar that

she is dragging in her mind from her early childhood years as a refugee in

Denmark, where she went in second hand clothes. She clearly recalls the large,
black bags that were unloaded a couple of times a month at a particular place in

the refugee centre that read "Free clothes and shoes." The crowd that threw the
bags and how the battle for clothes often evolved into great fighting between the

refugees, dispelling female voices, aggressive adult men who quarrelled, made

scornful hand signs, angry grimaces. The hateful looks of the other refugees,
when her mother rarely picked up a piece of nice clothes from the pile of her

who was not broken. She remembers her time in the refugee centre as evil and

insecure.
Somehow Tom seems overly happy and obvious, she suspects his obviousness to

be a sign that he is already standing with one foot out of the job.

There has never been anything romantic between them. Tom is not the type that
mixes work and emotions together. When they started building the new PET

almost ten years ago, he was married, reportedly happy. But it seemed he was

even happier after he got divorced; he thrived. Olina was quite convinced that he
considered her manly and therefore not an object for his more romantic side. It

was very normal for both police officers and investigators to regard their female