Thom stared at his new purchase. His wife did too, sceptically.
“Honey… I don’t know what to say…”
“I’d like your support on this.”
“Sure.”
Sitting in the garage was a tricycle. A large one. With a motor. And a canopy. Not to mention the two rows of seats behind the one for the driver. In Thailand, it’s known as a tuk-tuk. In Norway, it’s not.
He tried again. “You know my balance isn’t what it once was. This is like a motorbike, but wider.”
She looked down. “Who made this? It’s leaking oil and grease.”
“My brother, Endre.”
