road. A cool winter’s day, the sun already dipping over red hills dotted with sparse, bleached grass. Poor land, poor soil, he thinks. Exhausted. Good only for goats. Does Lucy really intend to spend her life here? He hopes it is only a phase. A group of children pass him on their way home from school. He greets them; they greet him back. Country ways. Already Cape Town is receding into the past. Without warning a memory of the girl comes back: of her neat little
