Chapter 72

“So, any interesting emails today?” Dion asked. Mpumi had told Dion when she went to the internet café. She had been checking her emails every single day and Dion had become very enthusiastic and eager with her. He would be excited every time she went, he would be excited over any news she would bring home.

“Ow, um.”

-**I’m telling him. It’s not fair to keep him here. If we’re heading to Johannesburg and he finds his life and rejects me, so be it. I will not hold a good man hostile all his life. **-

“I got an email saying that I—”

“Daddy! Daddy,” Dave ran into the room. “Is it true that you’re calling me?”

“No. You just love me too much. You wanted some reason to come see me, didn’t you?”

“No. Vincent told me that you called me.”

“Well, I did not call you. And did you change the shirt? It’s not so easy to wash. It is white, I heard. And for a blind man, a white shirt is the hardest thing to wash.”

“Yes.”

Mpumi decided to hand him in, “No, he did not. He’s wearing the white shi