he’ll just tell me I’m too fat.’ Her voice got teary. ‘Ag, it’s nothing, really. Just the same old thing.’
It sounded like she was coming out of it. Schalk gave her a sideways hug, kept his arm round her, squeezed, partly out of relief. ‘If you like,’ he said, ‘we could go on holiday. Why don’t we think of somewhere nice to visit?’
Elsa put her head on his shoulder. ‘You always say that. Then you have to work.’ Then, ‘I’m sorry, Schalk. I try, really. But sometimes things just get me down, you know?’
‘Ja, I know.’ They sat quietly. Schalk’s thoughts went to Trevor Malgas. Where would he be likely to go? Would he take a chance, creep back to the farm?
‘It would be nice to go to Durban,’ said Elsa. ‘I haven’t seen my sister for a year. Over a year. Connie’s got a grandchild on the way.’
‘We could take a trip overseas. Why not London, or even New York?’
They both knew it wouldn’t happen. It was hard enough to get Elsa to leave the house, much less the country. But this was the way the discussion always went and neither of them was willing to upset the fiction.
They stayed there a few minutes longer. Elsa’s mood was lifting. ‘You mustn’t take any notice of me,’ she said, moving out from under him. ‘I’m just bedonnerd. Go eat your supper, it’s getting cold.’
Then: ‘Schalk! What happened to your shirt?’
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