"Yes!" I say angrily, staring after him. The moron rips open the back door of the patrol car, tries to pull the arrested man out, but the attempt to free him fails. The man found out a little later that this wasn't a good idea.
"What happens now?" asks Svea.
"They'll definitely go into the modern flap," I reply. I hope they don't get their noses b****y.
The blue and silver patrol car drives off. I breathe a sigh of relief. Thank God! All clear after an evening full of excitement.
"Gosh, it works!" says my father loudly. Look my way and clap your hands. "Here we go."
I support myself on the wheelchair and bend down to him. Does he mean me? He's not serious, I moan silently, noticing how his shoulders straighten.
"You can finally go to Hauuuuse faaahrn," he calls out happily. I can see
