Chapter Nineteen
“So, uh, I’m going to my flat in Pietermaritzburg tomorrow,” I announce at dinner on Thursday evening.
“Mmm.” Dad catches a pea that fell from his fork and adds it to his mouth. “Okay.”
Mom looks up and frowns, though. “But varsity doesn’t start for another four weeks.”
“Oh yes.” Dad adds his frown to Mom’s. “What do you need to go to Pietermaritzburg for?”
“Really? Is it so impossible to imagine that after living there for a year I might have formed some kind of life there? You know, friends and stuff? And do you still need to interrogate me about my plans when I’m a year out of school now?”
Mom pulls her head back slightly and Dad forgets he’s holding a forkful of food in front of his mouth. Even Sophie looks a little shocked.
“Okay, sorry. Um, if you must know …”
