"I don't have money."
"But you married a millionaire." I look at this old man. Imagine someone saying that because I couldn't give him R100. I really don't have it. I never liked keeping cash with me. I leave him and head to the office. Before I can sit down. Before I can sit down, my phone rings. I wonder who it might be because Zizwe said he won't be available today. He has a job that he needs to do. It seemed like he was being secretive. And I let it slide. Maybe he's planning a surprise for me. I rummage through my huge brown bag. But as soon as I found it, it stopped ringing. It's Zizwe's mom. She calls again before I call her back.
"Zizwe told me he'll be away today. So I thought you should come by for supper tonight." She told me after she asked how I'm doing. I'm sure that Zizwe
