Number One Ladies' Detective Agency by Alexander McCall Smith

Author:Alexander McCall Smith
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Women detectives, English, Mystery & Detective - Women Sleuths, Mystery & Detective, Ramotswe, Fiction - Mystery, English Mystery & Suspense Fiction, No. 1 Ladies' Detective Agency (Imaginary organization), Detectives, Women Sleuths, Women private investigators, Detective, Suspense, General, Mystery, Africa, Women private investigators - Botswana, Precious (Fictitious character), Fiction, Mystery fiction, Mystery & Detective - Series, Today's Book Club selection, Botswana, Detective and mystery stories
Publisher: Anchor Books
Published: 2005-07-15T05:13:51+00:00

THERE WERE very few people in the cinema when Mma Ramotswe arrived. She chose a seat in the penultimate row, at the back. This gave her a good view of the door through which anybody entering the auditorium would have to pass, and even if Nandira and Jack came in after the lights had gone down, it would still be possible for Mma Ramotswe to pick them out.

Mma Ramotswe recognised several of the customers. Her butcher arrived shortly after she did, and he and his wife gave her a friendly wave. Then there was one of the teachers from the school and the woman who ran the aerobics class at the President Hotel. Finally there was the Catholic bishop, who arrived by himself and ate popcorn loudly in the front row.

Nandira arrived five minutes before the first part of the programme was about to start. She was by herself, and she stood for a moment in the door, looking around her. Mma Ramotswe felt her eyes rest on her, and she looked down quickly, as if inspecting the floor for something. After a moment or two she looked up again, and saw that the girl was still looking at her.

Mma Ramotswe looked down at the floor again, and saw a discarded ticket, which she reached down to pick up.

Nandira walked purposefully across the auditorium to Mma Ramotswe's row and sat down in the seat next to her.

“Evening, Mma,” she said politely. “Is this seat taken?”

Mma Ramotswe looked up, as if surprised.

“There is nobody there,” she said. “It is quite free.”

Nandira sat down.

“I am looking forward to this film,” she said pleasantly. “I have wanted to see it for a long time.”

“Good,” said Mma Ramotswe. “It is nice to see a film that you've always wanted to see.”

There was a silence. The girl was looking at her, and Mma Ramotswe felt quite uncomfortable. What would Clovis Andersen have done in such circumstances? She was sure that he said something about this sort of thing, but she could not quite remember what it was. This was where the subject crowded you, rather than the other way round.

“I saw you this afternoon,” said Nandira. “I saw you at Maru-a-Pula.”

“Ah, yes,” said Mma Ramotswe. “I was waiting for somebody.”

“Then I saw you in the Book Centre,” Nandira continued. “You were looking at a book.”

“That's right,” said Mma Ramotswe. “I was thinking of buying a book.”

“Then you asked Mma Bapitse about me,” Nandira said quietly. “She's that trader. She told me that you were asking about me.”

Mma Ramotswe made a mental note to be careful of Mma Bapitse in the future.

“So, why are you following me?” asked Nandira, turning in her seat to stare at Mma Ramotswe.

Mma Ramotswe thought quickly. There was no point in denying it, and she may as well try to make the most of a difficult situation. So she told Nandira about her father's anxieties and how he had approached her.

“He wants to find out whether you're seeing boys,” she said. “He's worried about it.

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