At first I wasn’t sure I heard the scream and the thud – what
between the grinder and the kettle getting into full steam – but I
stopped and listened. Nothing. As I was about to resume grinding,
Jenny thudded down the stairs and skidded into the kitchen, her
face ashen as she leaned against the refrigerator for
support.
“What?” I asked.
The woman gulped reflexively and shoved bits of loose hair
behind her ears. “I saw something!”
My first response was to laugh. “Rubbish.”
“I’m not making this s**t up!” Jenny pressed a hand against her
chest, still heaving for breath.
“Don’t talk kak.”
I was smiling now.
“I’m not talking kak!” Her eyes were so huge I could see the whites all the way
around her irises. The effect was disturbing, on top of being
comical.
I emptied the ground
