He replies that he can see everything clearly and he needs her to tell him everything she remembers about Grace. Patricia says she hopes he is not here to make a serious mistake. He was once told he could be a poet, but even as a boy, he felt words were not to be trusted. Looksmart says that when he thinks of Richard, he thinks of a “soft, white moth: small, weak, without any blood” (109). She notices the pared apple with its skin unraveled, and wonders where the knife is. Beauty serves the two their tea and biscuits and answers UMesis’s question that Richard is still missing but Bheki is looking for him. Looksmart is saying his name is Phiwayinkosi Ndlovu, and he is here to talk about Grace. He makes it to his bedroom, but there is half a wall and the room is empty.īeauty finishes reheating the biscuits, hoping they will be a distraction from what is going on in the room-two people feeling too much.
He does not understand these guests and how they choose to live. He takes a drink from a trough of rainwater. He wonders if he is just another guest no one will know that his wife owned the place. He is tired and it is hard to see in the dark and the rain. When he looks at his old boots, he realizes he must be dead. Yet the house is filled with guests and there is a massive bonfire. Where is his house? He thinks he must be dead. He is surprised to see now, though, that the driveway is gone. Richard knows it was always Patricia’s house, her father’s house, and he was there on good behavior-which is why he chose bad behavior. This was a place where Richard was not everything in the opposite direction from Richard was life. She did not tell Richard about the child. Patricia went to the hut every day to look at the child, who stared deep into her eyes. It was a good night to be born, with soft rain. Patricia would have left, but she sat by the bed, keeping watch over the mother and child. When the baby came out, she could tell there was nothing weak about it. Looksmart’s mother was in tremendous pain when she arrived, and she told her the pain was her friend, that she needed to embrace it. It was on a wet night like this when one of the workers came to Patricia and told her the baby was on the way.
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