Precious Ramotswe 02; The Great Cake Mystery by Alexander McCall Smith

Author:Alexander McCall Smith [Smith, A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Kids
ISBN: [2012.04.07]
Publisher: [Côte d’Azur]
Published: 2011-12-31T16:00:00+00:00

∨ The Great Cake Mystery ∧

Six

“What’s all this?” she asked. “Are you children fighting?”

“We’re not fighting, Mma,” cried Tapiwa, pointing a finger at Poloko. “We’ve found the thief. It’s this boy! This boy right here!”

The teacher looked at Poloko. “Have you stolen something, Poloko?”

Poloko hung his head. “No, Mma, I have not stolen anything.”

The teacher turned to stare at Tapiwa and Sepo. “Why do you say he’s a thief?”

“Because some iced buns have been eaten,” Sepo blurted out. “And his hands are sticky. Look at them, Mma!”

The teacher sighed. “Lots of people have sticky hands,” she said. “That doesn’t mean that they’re thieves.” She paused, looking down at Poloko. “You’re sure you haven’t stolen anything, Poloko?”

The boy was close to crying. “I have not stolen anything, Mma. I promise you.”

The teacher shook a finger at Tapiwa and Sepo. “You be careful about accusing people of things when you have no proof,” she said. “Now everybody go off and play and no more trouble, please.”

Tapiwa and Sepo walked off, but only after throwing a disapproving look at Poloko. It was a look that said, You’re still a thief, you know. And Poloko, who was clearly feeling very miserable, walked off in the other direction.

Precious waited for a moment before following the dejected-looking boy. “Poloko,” she said as she caught up with him. “I believe you. I don’t think you’re a thief.”

He stopped. “Thank you, Precious. I know you don’t think that.” He paused, looking over his shoulder to where the other children were standing, listening to Tapiwa and Sepo. “But they’ll all think I’m a thief.”

Precious knew that what he said was true. But she did not like to think that he was still unhappy, and so she tried to comfort him further. “It doesn’t matter what people like that think,” she said. “What matters is what your friends think. I’m your friend, and I know that you’re telling the truth.”

He listened to what she said and was about to say something when the bell sounded for them to return to the classroom. So he simply muttered, “Thank you.”

That afternoon, when all the children left the school and began to walk back home under the hot African sun, Precious found Poloko and asked him to walk with her.

He was pleased that she asked, as they could both see the other children looking at him suspiciously.

“You see,” he said. “They’ve told everybody. Now they all think I’m a thief.”

“Pay no attention to them,” Precious said. “They can think what they like.”

She knew, though, that it was not that simple. All of us worry about what other people think, even if we do not have to. It was easy to tell somebody to ignore that sort of thing; it was much harder to put such advice into practice.

They set off, following the path down the hill. It was a narrow path and a winding one – here and there were great boulders – and the path twisted around them. There were trees in between the boulders, and their roots had worked their way through gaps in the stone.

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