Again. She’s done this before.
Jess was invited to accompany Lelam to his matric dance at her old alma mater Wendon Academy. Yes, she’d go; No, she wouldn’t; Yes. No. I won’t enjoy it Dad. You’ll love it my girl. Cold feet. But we got going:
We bought a dress.
We used her silver shoes from her own matric dance in 2016, then got (shh! cheap) jewellery and a clutch bag to match them.
Charmaine up the road did her hair.
Her childhood friend Annabelle did her make-up.
Lelam’s Dad phoned and organised things. He would fetch Jess and take them to the dance. He sounded like a lovely person, but a dark secret cast doubt on that assessment: He is a Michaelhouse Old Boy! I’d be keeping a close eye on him.
Proud Dad Mphathisi and Lelam arrived with a beautiful bunch of roses and a stunning corsage:
They had a lovely evening. We fetched them afterwards.
They had danced all night; We had eaten, drank and solved the world’s problems all night.
Next morning a beautiful Pearl Charaxes found the single malt dregs:
and a skein of birds flew overhead:
What a lovely day.