THE EMPTY ACCOUNT
We were running out of food. There were no cosmetics left in the house, and Richard still had to pay for his staff transport to work. Things became even harder when he had to work three night shifts and three day shifts in a row. His bank account had a daily withdrawal limit, which made things even more complicated. “Is there anyone else who knows your card PIN?” I asked him. He shook his head. “Only Mamutsi and I.” “Okay… then maybe it’s her,” I said carefully. “Maybe she’s buying food or something.” “What’s the location on the notification?” I asked. He scrolled through the messages on his phone again. “Thabong Mall,” he replied. The mall was nearby. You could walk there. At first we thought she would return soon with groceries or something for the house. But minutes turned
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