Manuela Cardiga's Blog, page 54

PLEASE CAN I HAVE A PIGGY-BACK HEARTDR. BARNARD?I seem to...

PLEASE CAN I HAVE
A PIGGY-BACK HEART
DR. BARNARD?

I seem to lack
some basic skill
For either
Love or life

It's no damn good
I seem do it
All wrong
Every time

I try (too hard)
I love (too much)
I live (too fast, or just
Not fast enough)

My fingers fumble
My timing stinks
My plans all fall
A-tumble

And yet I seem to be
Too stubborn
Or too stupid
To desist

So I go from beat
To beat on this
Dumb and deaf
Machine

And I ask
Myself
How long
Can it resist?

I listen for
A hesitation
On the thump-
A hint of failure
In the rhythm
Of the pump;

That tells me
I am getting
To the part
Where any heart
Will stutter-stop
Any faith wear out.

MC

PAWNING PEARL - Part 26

An hour later a spiffy Simon - liberally splashed with his favourite aftershave - waited impatiently in the lounge, flipping channels, waiting for his Pearl to arrive.

He heard the door open, and leaped to his feet. A click-click of high heels preceded the vision of Pearl wrapped from head to feet in a cloak of shimmering ostrich feathers. Her smoky eyes were bigger than ever, her mouth lush and gleaming bronze. She looked beautiful. She was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Pear-Pearl..." he gasped, "You look...Very nice."

"Thank you, Simon," a secretive knowing smile folded up the corners of her mouth.

Simon found he was gaping foolishly, and closed his mouth. "Shall we go?"

"Yes, do lets." and Pearl stepped forward and placed an  ivory-sheathed hand on his arm. "May I say, Simon-Sir, you look very fine."

Simon was sure he was blushing wildly, and thanked God that his dark complexion saved him from the visible embarrassment of his confusion. "Than-thank you Pearl..."

Her secretive smile deepened somehow. "You smell lovely too. I love that scent. Old Spice, isn't it?"

"Ye- yes..."

"My Grandfather always used it, and it brings back wonderful memories."

Her Grandfather. He smelled like Pearl's Grandfather.

Strike 3.

***
A somewhat deflated Simon drove them to the Opera House, and - miracle of miracles!- found a parking spot conveniently close to the main entrance.

He jumped out of the car and ran around to gallantly open the door for Pearl. She stepped out onto the curb in a wave of soft feathers and some delicious scent that set his head spinning.
Pearl didn't smell anything like his grandmother. No, not at all!

He offered her his arm, and the two walked up the broad marble steps into a gilded wonderland. The wide lobby was filled with beautifully dressed people, chatting and laughing and sipping at gilded glasses filed with sparkling wine being distributed by elegant men in black.

One such gentlemen approached them bearing a silver a tray with two champagne flutes.
"Welcome, Madam, Sir. Would you like some Champagne? If Madam would like to leave her wrap, there is a cloak-room..."

Pearl smiled at the man. "Yes, that would be lovely." and taking her glass in her gloved hand led Simon through the crowd in the direction the man had indicated.

At the cloak-room counter a girl (also in black) was taking overcoats and jackets. Pearl handed him her glass, stepped up to the counter and gracefully shrugged the feather cloak off her shoulders, handing it to the girl in one smooth movement.

Simon Thambisa eyes nearly popped out of his head. Pearl was a show stopper.

She was wearing a fifties-style strapless gown, the bodice in pleated ivory studded with pearls, The dress itself was black velvet, tight around the waist with a wide skirt that flirted with Pearl's knees at the front, and draped itself into a sultry train sweeping to the ground at the back. Long ivory gloves slithered up Pearl's arms, nearly all the way to her shapely bare shoulders.

Bare shoulders.
Luscious, polished chocolate shoulders, sweeping into a long elegant neck.
Elegantly moulded delicious shoulders, shoulders that begged to be kissed and nibbled and...

Simon couldn't take his eyes off her.
"Pearl..." Before he could speak, he heard a voice behind him echo: "PEARL!"

He turned.
Ratsik.
Dratted Ratsik.
Ratsik looking elegant and refined in his musician's coat and tails.
Ratsik looking as poleaxed as Simon felt.

"My dear Miss Pearl!"

"Good evening Mr Ratsik. You look very handsome!"

"Thank you, Miss Pearl, you are...You look..."
Ratsik looked like an idiot.
"Mr Thambisa! Welcome, Sir!" Ratsik was feverishly pumping his hand, a huge grin on his stupid face. "Come with me,. both of you..."

He was leading them along the lobby. From the corner of his eye Simon could see men staring at Pearl, and women glaring at her dress. He drew himself to his full, impressive height. Without a doubt Pearl was the most arresting women in sight, and she was with him.

***
Simon rather enjoyed the concert. He had to admit Ratsik was good. The German man too.

But the best part was sitting in the dark next to Pearl, having her lean close to whisper in his ear, having her gloved fingers touching his arm, and the scent of her filling his head.

Then it ended. The lights were coming up, and Pearl was rising from her seat with her glowing dreaming smile. "Oh Simon-Sir, it was so beautiful! Did you like it?"

"I love it Pearl. I love it, and you."

She tilted her head at him in confusion.
"Sir?"

Simon found he was shuffling his feet.
LIKE RATSIK!
"I loved it too.What I meant to say was, I loved the music too."

MC

TO BE CONTINUED

PAWNING PEARL - Part 25

The next afternoon Simon came home early carrying a silvery suit bag, and whistling cheerfully. He was feeling confident; confident and bold. The shop in Rosebank had been everything he'd hoped for. His suit was sharp and -according to the salesman, a very friendly but somewhat twitchy young man called Al- sexy.

Al had exclaimed in horror over Simon's serviceable cotton boxers - “Darling! I wouldn't be caught undressed in THOSE!”- and firmly demanded he buy some silky things in a dark plum colour.
He had bought not only the suit, but a shirt, a thin tie (“NO BOW-TIES! Did you see Javier Bordum at the Oscars in a bow-tie? And that there is a hunk with style!”) sharp narrow shoes and silky cobweb-light socks. And of course, the silk boxers...

He'd made a stop at his barber for a quick clip, and had, besides, a slim volume tucked into the back hip pocket of his jeans. The first salvo in his counterstrike. He was going to be “To die for, darling!” as Al had exclaimed.

He arrived home just as Pearl was preparing to usher the children out of the house and upstairs to Mrs Marcovich.

“Pearl! Children! Hello!”

“Good afternoon, Sir. You are very cheerful today!”

“Indeed, Pearl, indeed! I had a very good day!”

“We did too, Papa Simon,” said Thalie smiling. “Is that your clothes for the ball?”

Simon smiled “Yes indeed, Miss Thalie. A man must look sharp when he is going to be escorting a lovely lady, don't you agree, Isaiah?”

Isaiah winked at him in approval and smiled. “100%, Papa Simon. Sharp, mean and lean!”

“I don't know about the lean, the way Mama Pearl's been feeding me up these last months, but I will do my best!”

Simon cleared his throat, “I have something for you, my family, so gather around.” 
He reached into his coat pocket and drew out a tiny box he handed to Thalie. “For my Princess!” Thalie opened the box and exclaimed over a pink Swarovski crystal heart on a silver chain. From his other pocket Simon took a Swiss Army knife that had Isaiah shouting in delight; and then with his best suave smile he added “And I wouldn't want you to feel left out Pearl...” He handed her the slim case that had been burning a hole in the back pocket of his jeans.
"Just a little something to add some sparkle to your outfit for tonight."
Pearl held the case in her hands for one long moment, then turned up her limpid gaze to his face. Her tone was perfectly polite. "Thank you, Sir. As always, you are very thoughtful and very kind."
"Well? Aren't you going to open it?" Asked Simon, surprised.
"Yes, oh, of course..." And Pearl opened the case to reveal a pretty red-gold and garnet antique Victorian choker. 
Thalie, jumping up and down with excitement peered into the case and exclaimed in disappointment."Oh no! It won't go! It's the wrong colour!"
Simon stared at her "Wrong colour?"
"Don't you know ANYTHING about accessorising Papa Simon? It doesn't go with what MamaPearl is wearing tonight." and then she added kindly, "But it's very pretty."
Strike two.
"Come along children. Let's leave Papa Simon to get dressed up! Let's go to Mrs Marcovich's."Pearl turned at the door with that terrible polite smile."I will see you in an hour, Sir."
"Pearl!" Simon cried out, "Wait!"
She paused, hand on the door-knob. "Yes Sir?"
"I don't know why, but I keep doing and saying the wrong things. I wanted to give you that gift. From the heart. And the flowers, Pearl. To thank you..."
"What do you thank me for, Sir?"
"For being in my life." 
There was absolutely no politeness in Pearl's dazzling smile. "It is I who must thank you, Simon. I will see you in an hour."
MC
TO BE CONTINUED

PAWNING PEARL- Part 24

That evening Simon Thambisa walked into a scene of perfect domestic bliss. In the lounge sat Thalie and Pearl cuddled on the couch doing each other's nails - Pearl's a dark bronze, Thalie's a vivid pink (of course) – while Isaiah lay on the rug in front of the TV reading a book. Delicious scents of something bubbling on the stove mingled with the perfume of the flowers clutched diffidently in his hands.

“Good evening, Pearl, my children.”

“Papa Simon!” Thalie beamed and waved her pink tipped hands at him. “I can't hug you now, but I will hug you extra, later!”

Simon smiled back “I cannot wait, my Thalie. What are you reading, Isaiah?”

Isaiah looked up at him with a faraway look in his eyes. “Hello! I am well, Papa Simon, how are you?”

Simon grinned “I asked where you were...In book-land?”

Isaiah's eyes lit up. “The doctor said I must read – vitamins for the mind – and Mama Pearl got me some new books. This one is about a doctor gets kidnapped by pirates, then they sell him, then he escapes, then he starts his own pirate band...”

“Can I read it when you are finished?”

“Yes! And there are more books. You must see!”

“I will, we will look after dinner.” Simon turned to Pearl, sitting silent on the couch with her hands on her knees, fingers spread wide. “How are you today, Pearl? How did the doctor's appointment go?”

“Very well, Sir. The doctor is doing tests, he said Isaiah is very well, but we need to feed up Thalie-”

“Ice-cream!”

“And fruit and vegetables!” Pearl added, “He suggests we hold off putting them in school until we get the tests back, see what vaccines they haven't had.”

“Good, good...” Simon smiled at her with a plea in his eyes, “I saw these...” he waved the bouquet of vivid joyful daisies, “And I thought they would brighten the house.”

“They are very pretty, Sir, I am sure the house will like them very much.”

Just then the door bell rang. Simon cursed under his breath “Ratsik!” and stomped off to answer.
He flung open the door with a brusque “Yes? What is it?” There was a short man at the door carrying a long, narrow box tied with a red ribbon. A short man in a green uniform of some kind. He stared up at Simon with an alarmed look on his triangular foxy face.

“Delivery for Miss Pearl Chabalala.”

“What is it?”

“Flowers, Sir. For Miss Pearl Chabalala.”

“You can give them to me.”

“Are you Miss Chabalala?”

“Do I LOOK like Miss Chabalala?”

“Well, Sir, in my line of work I have seen odder things...”

Pearl stood behind Simon, and gently tapped him aside.
“I am Pearl Chabalala.”

The delivery man sighed with relief. “Miss, if you would sign here?”Pearl picked up the pen, careful not to smudge her nails, and signed the delivery slip.

She took the box from him with her luminous smile (and such a smile!) “Thank you very much. Have a good evening.”

“Good evening to you too, Miss, and to you...Sir.”

Simon snapped the door shut behind him without replying.

Pearl carried the box into the kitchen and carefully untied the extravagant ribbon. Nestled inside on a bed of lacy fern was a bouquet of delicate velvet-black orchids and a card. Pearl picked it up.
“Oh! How kind! Mr Ratsik says he will meet us at the lobby at half past seven tomorrow night, to show us where we will be sitting.”

Simon ground his teeth together. “Mr Ratsik is very kind.”

Isaiah and Thalie came into the kitchen. “More flowers!” cried Thalie.

Simon looked at his bright, brave daisies and winced. He HATED Ratsik.
“Where did they come from?” asked Isaiah.

Pearl literally glowed “Mr Ratsik sent them...Aren't they lovely?”

“Lovely...” Sighed Thalie, “I like Mr Ratsik.”

“Those are the uglyest flowers I have ever seen,” said Isaiah, “They look like alien monster mouths.”

“Do not!” cried Thalie.

“Children!” Pearl exclaimed,”Enough! Go wash your hands. It is time for dinner. You too, Mr Thambisa.”

Simon followed the children to the bathroom. Isaiah drew him aside into the lounge.

“Well? What is the plan Papa Simon?”

“Plan? What plan, Isaiah?”

“You see it, don't you? It's a plot?”

“A plot?”

“The violin man.”

“Mr Ratsik?”

“Yes! Let me talk to you man to man, Papa Simon. Rat's Dick is cutting in on your action, he's making a move on your woman, and you have to do something about it.”


***

Simon tossed and turned all night. Pearl and Rat's Dick.
NO! It could not, MUST not be.
Isaiah was right, he needed a plan.
He needed to romance Pearl, make her see him as a man, an attractive man.

He got out of bed, turned on the light and opened his cupboard. There was a suit at the back he'd brought six years ago for Gideon's wedding. He'd gotten it at retail, an excellent price...
Suddenly it looked shabby and unfashionable.

He imagined himself in a tuxedo, like Denzel Washington. He looked into the mirror hanging on the inside of his cupboard door, sucked in his gut, and raised an eyebrow. “Simon...Simon Templar...”
Ridiculous!

And yet...
Simon did a quick internet search and found a man's shop in Rosebank specialising in bespoke suits.
There was a plan...

He was going in guns blazing. He was a personable, attractive man. He would make Pearl see that. He, Simon Thambisa, was a catch. And the love of her life besides. He hoped.

He lifted his chin and smiled at the mirror “Pearl,” he husked, “I have been waiting for you all my life...”
Too romantic, too lovey-dovey, too dangerous. What if she laughed?

Better be cool, calm and collected. Let Ratsik make a fool of himself.

But...
What if she LIKED that? What if she liked the idea that she reduced a man to a puddle of idiotic shuffling jelly? Mr Ratsik had always seemed eminently sensible to Simon before. Being cool might be a huge mistake.

Simon threw himself onto his bed and covered his head. Isaiah was right. You had to fight fire with fire...

The thought that taking romantic advice from a 10 year old might not be a good idea didn't even cross Simon Thambisa's mind.

MC

TO BE CONTINUED

PAWNING PEARL- Part 23

The next morning bright and early Pearl, Thalie and Isaiah were at the doctor's office for their appointment.

Doctor de Bruin was a small, kindly looking man with pale grey eyes and three tufts of reddish hair adorning his pink scalp: one above each ear, and one right on top of his head. Thalie stared at it, fascinated. It wafted and waved enticingly every time the doctor nodded his head, which he did often.

He examined both children, starting with Isaiah, whom he declared “in the pink!” which startled and alarmed the boy no end. “PINK? Like a girl?”

The doctor laughed and called Thalie over. He listened to her lungs, her heart, took her temperature and blood pressure, looked at her throat and her eyes. He weighed her, and frowned. “Miss Thalie, you are too thin, Princess. We must feed you up.”
“Ice-cream!” cried Thalie.

“Ice-cream, too. But more vitamins, and proteins and vegetables and fruit. Lots of fruit.”

“Ok...But ice-cream goes with fruit, right?”

The doctor laughed “You a good negotiator, Miss Thalie! I am going to draw some blood, have some tests done, for you and Isaiah!” Dr. de Bruin gently drew blood from Isaiah's stringy but strong arm, then from Thalie's frailer one.

“Miss Chabalala, Isaiah is surprisingly well, considering they have been living on the streets with insufficient care and nutrition, Thalie is underweight. It is unfortunate that the Children's home lost their medical records, but I will order tests, see what antibodies are present, so we can get their vaccination records straight.”

“Thank you Doctor, and please, call me Pearl.”

Dr. de Bruin smiled, “Pearl, lovely name! Now, I will advise you to wait a week or two for the tests results before we pop them into the school. Make sure we send them in protected. Many childhood diseases that we thought eradicated are making a come-back; and having been undernourished, the children - specially Thalie - will be most vulnerable.”

“YAY!” Shouted Isaiah. “No school!”

“No school yet!” cried Dr. De Bruin,”BUT I am recommending reading, every day. One hour in the morning one in the afternoon. Vitamins for the brain!” He sent them off with a grin and a lolly pop each, and a list of vitamins and food supplements to get the children back into “tip-top condition”.

Pearl and the children exited the doctor's office and headed for a pharmacy for the supplements, then to a bookstore where Pearl plain refused to consider comics “reading”.

“Books Isaiah! With more words than pictures. Understood?”

Groaning and moaning Isaiah headed for the books, and was soon piling up adventure stories about pirates, and spacemen and zombies. There after, Pearl took them for the promised hamburger and watched as both children put away a double cheeseburger and a double order of chips drowned in tomato sauce each. Pearl shuddered and sighed. It was only once in a long while, and both were reed slim, and Thalie was indeed over-thin...After a hot-chocolate-fudge-ice-cream-banana-split, the children declared themselves well-satisfied, and Pearl called a taxi to take them back home.

“Can we stop by the Polite Prawn Shop and say hello to Papa Simon?” asked Thalie.

“Polite PRAWN?” Isaiah screamed with laughter. “Is that a prawn you beg pardon before eating?”

Thalie frowned “Why are you laughing at me, Isaiah?”

“Polite PRAWN!” Isaiah howled again, dashing tears from his eyes. “POLITE prawn...”

“Stop!” cried Thalie, “Stop right now!”

“Oh? Really? Or what? What will you do?”

With a screech Thalie threw herself at Isaiah, and Pearl was hard put to separate them. Thalie's small frame shook with rage, Isaiah's with laughter.

“ENOUGH!” Pearl cried, “Or no dessert, no TV, no stories! Just dinner, and straight to bed. Thalie, in this family, we don't hit each other. Ever.”

Subdued, Thalie snivelled: “I am sorry Mama Pearl...Isaiah made me so angry!”

“Isaiah, we must respect each other. We all make mistakes.Do you like being mocked when you make a mistake?”

“No, Mama Pearl.”

“So maybe when we make mistakes we must be more tolerant. Forgive each other, and help each other do better.” Pearl paused, thinking back to Simon's penitent downcast face. “We must forgive...Yes. Now then...Let us go home, talk to Mrs Markovich, see if she will be willing to put up with two wild children for tomorrow night!”

***

Thalie trooped into 5 D shouting: “Mrs Markovich! Pearl is going to a ball, and she needs a princess dress like the ones you’ve got!”

“Goodness,” cried Mrs Markovich smiling, “A ball!”

Pearl sighed, “It’s a concert, at the Opera House. Mr Ratsik’s debut. There is a Gala Dinner afterwards, but I don’t think I will go, I have only street clothes, and even those are not the fanciest.”

“You must go. You WILL go! And you will be the belle of the ball.”

“Yes!” cried Thalie.

“You are pretty nice looking, Mama Pearl,” noted Isaiah, running a connoisseur’s eye over Pearl’s figure.

“Isaiah, it is not how a woman looks that matters.”

“Right…”

“Come, Pearl, I have just the thing…Bring a chair from the lounge, Isaiah,” ordered Mrs Markovitch, “the box is on top of the cupboard.”

In the corner of Mrs Markovitch’s room stood a gigantic armoire stuffed with dresses and skating costumes.

“Not one of these?” asked Thalie with a disappointed look in her eyes, “The pink one with the sequins?”

“No,” said Mrs Markovich firmly, “None of that will do. Now, Pearl, climb up onto that chair and get me that big box!”

Pearl did, and handed down a huge ivory box. It was made of some kind of faux snakeskin and had a name embossed on the lid in plain black letters: CHRISTIAN DIOR and underneath it said PARIS.

Mrs Markovich set the box on the bed and opened it. Inside it was full of paper, or so it looked to Thalie. Silky paper, it was true; but paper, none the less. Mrs Markovich folded back the paper and pulled out a dress. Black. Not pink and no sequins at all. This did not look promising…

And then she lifted it and it unfolded a wide skirt fit for a princess, and the bodice was all little ivory pleats and pearls. Under the wide skirt peered layers and layers of softest black tulle. From the box came high pointy shoes in black satin, and best of all, long ivory satin gloves that would reach all the way up Pearl’s arms.

Thalie sighed. If it couldn’t be pink and sequinny, she supposed this would be alright.

Pearl stared at the dress in Mrs Markovich's hands. “I cannot wear that.”

“Why ever not?”

“It is not suitable.”

Mrs Markovich's eyes narrowed, the delicate jaw tightened and Pearl suddenly glimpsed the ferocious will that had taken a dirt-poor small-town girl to the top of the skating world and beyond. Mrs.Markovich simply did not accept a “no” for an answer.

“Try it on. Now.”

“Mrs Markovich...”

“Isaiah, if you will be so kind as to take your books to the lounge and entertain yourself? Pearl needs some privacy here.”

“Why? Sexy Sally dressed in front of me. I have seen boobs before.”

“Isaiah! OUT!” cried Pearl.

“Now Pearl, lets take a look at the figure you keep hiding under those shapeless dresses...”

Ten minutes later, Pearl stood open-mouthed in front of Mrs Markovich's full length mirror. Mrs Markovich nudged Thalie with her elbow. “What did I tell you? Perfect.”

“It is pretty, but I still like the pink.”

“Thalie, let me tell you a rule of fashion every chic woman knows before she is eight years old: never wear anything pink after five in the afternoon unless it is for the sole purpose of having it removed by a dashing man -with his teeth.”

“Mrs. Markovitch!” Pearl nearly screamed, “Madam!”

Mrs Markovich sighed. “Yes, yes...Alright...By the way? You better let the children sleep over tomorrow night...”


MC

TO BE CONTINUED

LET MY EYES AND ALL ORACLES BE BLINDthere are daysevery b...

LET MY EYES
AND ALL ORACLES
BE BLIND

there are days
every belief
turns to dust
each blind hope
is bitterly healed
every eye
opens wide

there are days
like days
and days
like darkest night
no faith
in kindest fate
can survive

there are days
and days
following
more days
lived and breathed
in this dark

there are days
even fools
such as I
must see
fatuous light
dawn into
truthful night
no self deceit
can deny

I say:
away with you
vile messiah
save me not
from this mire

no miracles,
i beg you
it is not
to revelation
I aspire

there are days
and days
yet to bear
so let me be
as I am fool
and dancing blind
blindly closer
and closer
to the consuming fire
MC

PAWNING PEARL Part 22The family accompanied Mr. Ratsik to...

PAWNING PEARL Part 22

The family accompanied Mr. Ratsik to the door, and saw him off. Pearl closed the door on one last ecstatic smile from Mr Ratsik and turned around to face Simon with an overbright smile: "Well then! Lets go finish our dessert, then off to bed!"

Thalie and Isaiah raced to the kitchen, elbowing each other at the doorway, clambering up onto their chairs and fighting to see who got seconds first.

Pearl sat and stirred silently at the melted mushy ice-ceam on her plate. Simon felt very uncomfortable. He had a vague notion he had done or said something profoundly wrong but he just couldnt for the life of him figure out WHAT. 
The tender light that had been in Pearl's eyes moments before that dratted Ratsik had knocked on the door had quite gone out.

Pearl addressed the children with that bright, brittle smile. "All right my children, here is the plan. We go to bed early and get a good rest because we have a busy day tomorow. Thalie and Isaiah, we have a doctor's appointment to see that all is well and you have all your shots; then we go to the school to hand in your forms, then we go talk to Mrs Markovich and ask if she can stay with you for the Concert night."

"I don't want any shots!" cried Isaiah.

"Me neither!" said Thalie, pouting, "We not sick Mama Pearl, why must we go to the doctor?"

"Well, we must be sure you have all your vaccines, so you don't GET sick. It will be alright. It is a very nice doctor, and I will be there with you, and after we will go for a hamburger, is it a deal? Now! Off to bed."

"Yes, Mama Pearl,"sighed Isaiah.

"I want my bed-time story!" said Thalie.

"Not tonight, Thalie," said Pearl, "It is late. Brush your teeth, and go and sleep. I must do the kitchen, then I will also go to bed."

The children trooped out grumbling, and Simon hesitated, then decided to stay behind. Pearl gathered the dishes and carried them to the sink.

Simon cleared his throat "Ahm...Well, Pearl, looks like you have a full day tomorrow."

"Yes, Sir."

"Yes...Very full. And then we have the concert day after tomorrow..."

"Yes."

"Very exciting...Isn't it? I am looking forward to it."

"Very good, Sir."

"Pearl? Is something wrong?"

Pearl had her back to him and was busy washing and rinsing, her movements brisk, her shoulders stiff.

"No, SIr."

"Pearl...I think I said or did something wrong. Help me."

She stopped moving, back very straight. After a long moment she turned around to face him. Her hands were soapy, her eyes very wide.

"No Sir,. You didn't. You said what was in your heart. The mistake was mine."

"I don't understand..."

"We were sitting and having ice-cream like a family, and for a moment I saw us like that. Two people standing equal, with two children to love. Then when Mr. Ratsik came, I saw I was wrong. That is not how you see me at all."

"Oh but...I do, Pearl, I have great respect for you. I am very...fond of you."

"No, SIr. Mr. Ratsik came, and he invited us to a wonderful event. And the first thing you said was what I would wear, and I knew you were afraid I would shame you. You put me in a box." Tears stood out in Pearl's eyes. "You are the kindest man I know, I admire you so, I so wanted you to admire me back."

"But Pearl..."

Pearl lifted a soapy palm to hush him. "Please let me finish. You have put me in a box, Sir. Like everyone I have ever known. I am in a box. It says: Pearl Chabalala, Black, woman, ignorant. Useful, but limited. Plain but serviceable."

"NO!"

"Yes, SIr. We live in a world and in a country that likes labels on things. It makes it easier, you see. Easier than taking the trouble to get to know people, judge them for what they are. Not how they look, or where they come from. You don't see me, Sir. You see my box, you see the labels. Pearl. Black. Woman. Useful. That is fair enough, SIr. You are my employer, I should not have expected more; except that you told me we would be friends."

"And we are!"

"It was hurtful. You assuming I would embarrass you, that I would not like the music; that all of it would be above me. It hurt."

"Pearl...I am so sorry..."

"No, Sir, you were frank. It is how you felt, what you thought. You were honest, and I was foolish. So don't be sorry."

SImon swallowed horror. In his jealousy and insecurity, in his rush to squeeze out a rival, he had wounded Pearl. He had doomed the delicate and promising beginning they had made. He would have to find a way to make amends, and quickly, or all hopes of his future happiness would be at an end.


MC


TO BE CONTINUED

PAWNING PEARL- Part 21

There they stood in the hall-way for a long moment, Mr. Ratsik staring at Pearl with open-mouthed adoration, Simon Thambisa stiff-faced and enraged, and a perplexed Thalie watching the little tableau.

“Oh, Mr. Ratsik!” Cried Pearl, “Do come in, sit down!”

“Pearl, I am sure Mr. Ratsik is a busy man. Are you not, Mr. Ratsik?” asked Simon.

Mr. Ratsik did his peculiar little shuffle and twisted his hands together. “Well, yes Miss Pearl. I wanted to speak with you...” he glanced at the glowering Simon, “To you both.”

At a warning glare from Pearl, Simon led the way to the lounge and with a curt gesture, invited Mr. Ratsik to sit down. Mr. Ratsik did so, removing a long slim envelope from his coat pocket and carefully placing it on his knees. Pearl sat next to him on the couch and smiled.

“So! How are you Mr. Ratsik?”

“I am very well, Miss Pearl, very well indeed. Mostly thanks to you.”

“To me?”
Mr Ratsik, leaned forward, cow-eyes shinning worshipfully.
“The violin, Miss Pearl, I not only got the job, but have now been named First Violin!”

“That was Mr. Thambisa, Mr. Ratsik. It is his violin.”

Mr Ratsik turned to Simon. “And to you too Mr. Thambisa, I must give thanks, Sir. Your kindness changed my life. But Miss Pearl, I know it was you brought my misfortune to Mr. Thambisa's attention. I know it.”

“Mr. Thambisa is a most generous man, most kind. All I did was mention your need, Mr. Ratsik.” Said Pearl.

“This is all very pleasant Mr. Ratsik,” said Simon sharply, “But it is getting late. What was it you wanted to speak to us about?”

Mr Ratsik spoke to Simon but gazed at Pearl. “Last week something wonderful happened, Mr. Thambisa. A great violinist, a German gentleman, is here to play with the Orchestra, and in the interval between rehearsals I was playing a composition, my own, and he heard it. He has asked that I play it at the Opening Gala for the season, the day after tomorrow. As a soloist, Sir, playing my own composition.” Tears stood out in Mr. Ratsik’s eyes. “Me, Sir, a boy from the Cape Flats…Playing with the greatest violinist in the world, as a Soloist Sir.”

Pearl reached out and grasped Mr. Ratsik’s hand. “My dear Mr.Ratsik, it is no more than you deserve! Congratulations! I am proud to know you, and that you call me friend.”

Mr. Ratsik held Pearl’s hand as if it was the most precious treasure and brought it tenderly to his lips. “The honour and the pride is mine, Miss Pearl.”

Simon felt hot rage and jealousy rise up in his manly breast. This little wimp was touching his Pearl!

“Congratulations Mr. Ratsik,” said Simon, with a narrow smile, and just then reinforcements arrived. Isaiah wandered into the lounge and stood flabbergasted by the sight of a strange man kissing Mama Pearl’s hand. He immediately sat close to Simon and fixed on Mr. Ratsik his unblinking and unnerving owl-like glare.

“Mr. Thambisa, Miss Pearl, I came to extend to you an invitation to the Concert, and to the Gala Dinner afterwards. As my guests.”

“A party!” Cried Thalie excited, “Mama Pearl, you going to a party! And what will you wear?”

“Yes Pearl,” said Simon, “What will you wear? It is most probably Black Tie for gentlemen, long dresses for Ladies…”

“Miss Pearl will be beautiful, whatever she wears, Mr. Thambisa.” said Mr. Ratsik.

“What about the children? They can´t stay home alone!” Simon turned to Mr. Ratsik with a triumphant smile. “I am afraid we must decline.”

Thalie was jumping up and down with excitement: “No! No! No! Mama Pearl must go! Like Cinderella to meet a Prince! We will stay with Mrs. Markovich!”

A Prince! Thalie was looking at Mr. Ratsik with blatant admiration.
“That is perfect!” Cried Mr. Ratsik with a huge smile, and handed the narrow envelope to Simon.

He opened it and extracted the creamy invitation. He scanned it quickly, noting date and time; black tie…And then his attention was caught by the phrase:

“…proud to present the debut of Mr. Charles Ratsik as Violin Soloist playing his own composition “Serenade for Pearl””

“I don’t want to stay with Mrs. Markovich, I don’t!” said Isaiah with a ferocious frown. Simon’s heart soared. He was proud of his boy. Proud! He winked at Isaiah encouragingly.

“Why Pearl, you don’t want to traumatize the boy further…And it’s not like you know anything about classical music!”

“But Miss Pearl is a most talented soprano! Did you not know?” cried Mr Ratsik, “Why, that is how we struck up conversation. She was singing Mozart’s “Queen of the Night” in the lobby. The acoustics are incredible there.”

Pearl looked embarrassed “I thought I was alone…I had no idea anyone was listening.”

“You have a wonderful voice, Miss Pearl. Wonderful…” And Mr. Ratsik smiled that stupid cow-eyed smile.

“Then Miss Pearl goes, and if Isaiah does not want to go to Mrs. Markovich, Papa Simon stays home with us!” cried Thalie.

NO! Pearl at a Gala with cow-eyes all alone? After he had played a Serenade to her on that dratted violin in front of the whole world? NEVER!

“Well, that is settled,” cried Simon, “Pearl and I will come, Mr Ratsik, and you Isaiah, will stay at Mrs. Markovich with your sister.” And he stared down Isaiah’s outraged squawk with his own flinty-eyed stare.

Simon had a fight on his hands, it was now clear. A fight for his life, for the hand of the woman he suddenly realised he wanted as his wife.


MC
TO BE CONTINUED

QUILLS WE FASHION, TALES WE TELL, AND IN BETWEEN VANITY FELL

Vain
VaneVein
As are all wordsIs History Vain;Fluttering Fortune'sWeather Vane,Drawing heart's bloodFrom a pierced Vein.
A Vein of pain,Quarried by the quillOf greedy gossips,Eager to tellTell-tales, Tall-tales.
But at some pointAll History failsAnd here it where it falls:Between the placeThe World endsAnd the human heartPretends? 
There!In that spaceHistory falters,History fails.
Great or smallRight or wrongThe end of itIs that we all longFor that small hourOne hand to holdOne, just one,So we do not dieAlone.
MC

STREET WALKING HEART

Stupid cheap whore
And so easily bought
All it takes to
Unlock the store
Are a few deceiving
Pleasing words
All that is needed

But like all whores
I know the score:
Every face hides a lie
So even as I smile
I bite the bent coin

I bite the coin and think
Every face hides a lie
So even as you smile
I am wondering:
What is yours?

MC