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Kalman hadn't expected Pavo to come into Andusk for the funeral. It wasn't a trip he made often these days, and besides, it was no one important who had died. Like burying a dog. None of Kalman's other friends bothered to come. But there was Pavo, just like old times.
"I'm sorry," he said afterwards. Kalman shrugged - there was nothing to say to that. "He wouldn't want you to mope, though," Pavo continued. "Live life to the fullest, like he did." He took Kalman's hand and squeezed it tight, and didn't say "There'll be others," for which Kalman was grateful.