“And who will you vote for?” asked Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni, smiling. Mma Ramotswe did not reply straightaway. “I’m not sure,” she said. “I don’t want to vote for Violet Sephotho, but isn’t it a bit boastful to vote for yourself? Are you allowed to do that?” “Of course you are,” said Charlie. “Mma, if you don’t vote for yourself, then who will vote for you? Nobody, Mma—nobody.”
