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Chapter 19
Those are homes going up in flames. “But you said you’d phone Bertus,” I say. “Bertus tried to get hold of Jaco, but says no one answered.” Oh hell. That does so not sound good. A police van with its blue lights flashing cruises slowly up the road, and we watch in silent trepidation as it passes. Then we go outside. This is no doubt more excitement Pienaarsvlakte’s seen in months, though definitely not the kind that I’d wish to be privy to. Oh please God let Thulani be all right. We watch as two police officers make their way up the road, one on each side. They knock on the doors of every house to have subdued conversations with whoever’s home. “Go inside, both of you,” Pa tells us. “I want to hear what the man says,” I tell him. Ma tugs on my wrist. “Come, Marietjie. List
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