"Nothing, what should be going on." Ojojo! Like I'm keen on knowing what's going on in his head all the time. Sophie is coming, she's approaching us from the garage.
"Sophie is coming!" I mumble.
"You got it," he says dryly. He's alert, searching for the slightest clue in her face, and I hear him breathing excitedly. I roll my eyes briefly and squint at Gaard. He stands next to me and points with his arms to the Red Cross workers in the tent. "Can you tell us what that means, Sophie?" he asks.
“Yes, unfortunately!” She is suddenly tormented by the urge to cough and with a sideways glance at my father, she continues: “The entire dialysis station is being evacuated for the time being. It's not good. Honestly.” She swallows, visibly moved, struggling for composure. I turn to Gaard and our
