Belle of the Ball

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:

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They had a lovely evening. We fetched them afterwards, so we got to see the star-studded hall.

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:

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and a skein of birds flew overhead:

What a lovely day.

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Aftermath – I wrote to Mphathisi:

I enjoyed this little snippet from last night:

Lelam told me at the hall when we fetched them that “he had taught Jess to dance”. I thought that was brilliant and interesting, as I have paid for YEARS of dance classes for Jess!

So this morning I probed gently:

How was the dancing?

Fun, says the monosyllabic one.

Did everyone dance?

Yes.

Was the music good?

Yes.

Oh, and the DJ’s assistant was “hot” – she’s opening up here!

Did you do any different dances?

What do you mean?

I mean did you learn a new dance or something?

Oh, yes, Lelam showed us a new dance and we did it.

BINGO!

Mphathisi replied:

HAHAHAHA – oh the trials and tribulations of parenthood😊 And HE has not shut up about how he taught Jessica to dance. Big moment for him, that – LOL!!!