The Promise

by Damon Galgut

Salome can’t own the house. Even if Pa wanted to, he can’t give it to her. Why not? she says, puzzled. Because, he says. It’s against the law. The law? Why? You are not serious. But then he looks at her and sees how serious she is. Oh, dear me, he says. Do you have no idea what country you’re living in?

No love left, only kindness, which is maybe stronger. More durable, anyhow. Though I’ve loved a few in my time, when I was able. Who, Amor? Some men, some women, along the way. What does it matter, bodies, names, I am alone now. Hard enough to keep loving yourself.