Part 14 (2/2)

”I agree,” said Mma Potokwane. ”It is sometimes easier to be happy if you don't know everything.”

Mma Ramotswe thought for a moment. It was an interesting proposition, and she was not sure if it was always true; it would require further thought, but not just then. She had a more immediate task in hand, and that was to drive Mr J.L.B. Matekoni out to Mochudi, where they could climb the kopje and look out over the plains. She was sure that he would like the sight of all that water; it would cheer him up.

”Mr J.L.B. Matekoni has been helping a bit with that boy,” said Mma Potokwane. ”It has been good for him to have something to do. I have seen him teaching him how to use a catapult. And I also hear that he has been teaching him words-teaching him how to speak. He is being very kind to him, and that, I think, is a good sign.”

Mma Ramotswe smiled. She imagined Mr J.L.B. Matekoni teaching the wild boy the words for the things that he saw about him; teaching him the words for his world, the words for Africa.

MR J.L.B. Matekoni was not very communicative on the way up to Mochudi, sitting in the pa.s.senger seat of the tiny white van, staring out of the window at the unfolding plains and the other travellers on the road. He made a few remarks, though, and he even asked about what was happening at the garage, which he had not done at all when she had last gone to see him in his quiet room at the orphan farm.

”I hope that Mma Makutsi is controlling those apprentices of mine,” he said. ”They are such lazy boys. All they think about is women.”

”There are still those problems with women,” she said. ”But she is making them work hard and they are doing well.”

They reached the Mochudi turnoff and soon they were on the road that ran straight up towards the hospital, the kgotla, and the boulder-strewn kopje behind it.

”I think we should climb up the kopje,” said Mma Ramotswe. ”There is a good view from up there. We can see the difference that the rains have made.”

”I am too tired to climb,” said Mr J.L.B. Matekoni. ”You go up. I shall stay down here.”

”No,” said Mma Ramotswe, firmly. ”We shall both go up. You take my arm.”

The climb did not take long, and soon they were standing on the edge of a large expanse of elevated rock, looking down on Mochudi: on the church, with its red tin roof, on the tiny hospital, where the heroic daily battle was fought, with small resources against such powerful enemies, and out, over the plains to the south. The river was flowing now, broadly and lazily, winding its way past clumps of trees and bush and the cl.u.s.ters of compounds that made up the straggling village. A small herd of cattle was being driven along a path near the river, and from where they stood the cattle looked tiny, like toys. But the wind was in their direction, and the sound of their bells could be made out, a distant, soft sound, so redolent of the Botswana bushland, so much the sound of home. Mma Ramotswe stood quite still; a woman on a rock in Africa, which was who, and where, she wanted to be.

”Look,” said Mma Ramotswe. ”Look down there. That is the house where I lived with my father. That is my place.”

Mr J.L.B. Matekoni looked down and smiled. He smiled; and she noticed.

”I think you are feeling a bit better now, aren't you,” she said.

Mr J.L.B. Matekoni nodded his head.

ALEXANDER McCALL SMITH.

MORALITY FOR BEAUTIFUL GIRLS.

Alexander McCall Smith is a professor of medical law at Edinburgh University. He was born in what is now known as Zimbabwe and taught law at the University of Botswana. He is the author of over fifty books on a wide range of subjects, including specialist t.i.tles such as Forensic Aspects of Sleep and The Criminal Law of Botswana, children's books such as The Perfect Hamburger, and a collection of stories called Portuguese Irregular Verbs.

THE NO. 1 LADIES' DETECTIVE AGENCY

BY ALEXANDER MCCALL SMITH.

The No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency Tears of the Giraffe Morality for Beautiful Girls FIRST ANCHOR BOOKS EDITION, NOVEMBER 2002.

Copyright 2001 by Alexander McCall Smith All rights reserved under International and Pan-American

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