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Meredith : 2nd Night
To my relief Mbuga and Johnson aren’t falling down drunk, merely merry. They’re more relaxed and I can live with that. When it’s time for us to leave again, Rosie comes out to the car with us and hands me a polythene container and some damp newspaper.
“I made them myself while you were asleep. They’re our kind of doughnuts. They’ll keep the little one happy on the journey. The paper is for your fingers because koeksisters are sticky.”
I open the box and take a sniff. Delicious. Cinnamon and sugar.
“Let me see, Merry,” asks Sukey, stretching up on tiptoe to look in the box. She takes a long look and then throws her arms round Rosie’s legs and hugs her.
I thank Rosie and give her a kiss on her satin-smooth cheek. I know she’s been as kind and generous with us as
