The Good Husband of Zebra Drive by Alexander McCall Smith

Author:Alexander McCall Smith [Smith, Alexander McCall]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi, pdf
Tags: Suspense, cookie429, Kat, Extratorrents
ISBN: 9781400075720
Publisher: Anchor
Published: 2007-04-01T00:00:00+00:00

C H A P T E R T E N

A S M A L L B U S I N E S S W O M A N

WITH MMA MAKUTSI back in her usual place, the heavy

atmosphere that had prevailed that morning lifted. The emo-

tional reunion, as demonstrative and effusive as if Mma Makutsi had been away for months, or even years, had embarrassed the

men, who had exchanged glances, and then looked away, as if in guilt at an intrusion into essentially female mysteries. But when the ululating from Mma Ramotswe had died down and the tea

had been made, everything returned to normal.

“Why did she bother to leave if she was going to be away five minutes?” asked the younger apprentice.

“It’s because she doesn’t think like anybody else,” said Charlie. “She thinks backwards.”

Mr J.L.B. Matekoni, who overheard this, shook his head. “It’s a sign of maturity to be able to change your mind when you

realise that you’re wrong,” he explained. “It’s the same with fixing a car. If you find out that you’re going along the wrong lines, then don’t hesitate to stop and correct yourself. If, for example, you’re changing the oil seal at the back of a gearbox, you might try to save time by doing this without taking the gearbox out. But it’s always quicker to take the gearbox out. If you don’t, you end up T H E G O O D H U S B A N D O F Z E B R A D R I V E

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taking the floor out and anyway you have to take the top of the gearbox off, and the prop shaft too. So it’s best to stop and admit your mistake before you go any further and damage things.”

Charlie listened to this—it was a long speech for Mr J.L.B.

Matekoni—and then looked away. He wondered if this was a ran-

dom example seized upon by Mr J.L.B. Matekoni, or if he knew

about that seal he had tried to install in the old rear-wheel-drive Ford. Could he have found out somehow?

There was little work done in the agency that afternoon.

Mma Makutsi restored her desk to the way she liked it to be:

papers reappeared, pencils were resharpened and arranged in the right fashion, and files were extracted from the cabinet and

placed back on the desk for further attention. Mma Ramotswe

watched all this with utter satisfaction and, after she had offered to make the tea—an offer which Mma Makutsi politely declined, pointing out that she had not forgotten her role altogether—she asked her assistant if she would care to have the rest of the afternoon off.

“You may have shopping to do, Mma,” said Mma Ramotswe.

“You know that you can have the time off whenever you want for things like that.”

Mma Makutsi had clearly been pleased by this, but again

declined. There was filing to do, she insisted; it was extraordinary how quickly filing accumulated; one turned one’s back for a few hours and there it was—piled up. Mma Ramotswe thought that

this was also true of detection work.

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