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ON A HOT DAY WE DREAM OF TEA I had a very unusual dream, she said to Mma Makutsi as they attended to the mornings mail in the office. Mma Makutsi looked up from the envelope that she was in the process of slitting open. Dreams are always unusual, she said. In fact, it is unusual to have a usual dream. Mma Ramotswe frowned. She thought that she understood what Mma Makutsi meant but was not quite sure. Her assistant had a habit of making enigmatic remarks, and this, she suspected, was one such remark. Phuti, Mma Makutsi continued, referring to her new husband, Phuti Radiphuti, Phuti has many dreams, every night. He tells me about them and I explain what they mean. She paused. He often dreams about furniture. That is because he has a furniture shop, Mma Ramotswe said. So perhaps it is not surprising. That is so, Mma, agreed Mma Makutsi. But he can dream about different pieces of furniture. She paused, fixing Mma Ramotswe on the other side of the room with the cautious look of one about to reveal sensitive information. She lowered her voice. Some nights he dreams about beds; other nights he dreams about diningroom tables. It is very strange. Mma Ramotswe looked down at her desk. She did not like to discuss the intimate side of anybodys marriageparticularly when the marriage was as recent as Mma Makutsis. She thought of new marriages as being rather like those shy, delicate flowers one sees on the edge of the Kalahari; so small that one might miss them altogether, so vulnerable that a careless step might crush their beauty. Of course, people talked about their dreams without too much embarrassmentmost dreams, after all, sound inconsequential and silly in the cold light of daybut it was different when a wife talked about a husbands dreams, or a husband about a wifes. Dreams occurred in beds, and what occurred in marital beds was not a subject for debate in the officeespecially if the dream related to beds, as it appeared that some of Phuti Radiphutis dreams did. But if Mma Ramotswe was reluctant to probe Phutis dreams too closely, the same was not true of her assistant. The topic had now been broached, and Mma Makutsi pursued it enthusiastically. There is no doubt about a dream about beds, she continued. The meaning of that dream is very clear, Mma. It should be very obvious, even to a person who does not know much about dreams, or other things, for that matter. Mma Ramotswe said nothing. Yes, said Mma Makutsi, if a person says I have been dreaming about beds, then you know straightaway what the dream means. You can say to them, I know what that dream means. It is very clear. Mma Ramotswe looked out of the dow, which was high, and gave a view from that angle only of a slice of blue; empty blue; blue with no white of cloud; nothingness. Is the meaning of dreams clear, Mma Do any dreams make sense, or are they just like like clouds in the sky, composed of nothing very much Maybe they are clouds in our mind, Mma; maybe that is what they are. Mma Makutsi was having none of this. The meaning is often clear, she retorted. I have no difficulty, Mma, in understanding a dream about beds. Mma Ramotswe sighed. Well, they do say, dont they, Mma, that men have such things on their minds most of the time. They say that men think only of that, all day. Listen to the way Charlie speaks when he thinks you cant hear him. That shows you what men think aboutor at least, young men. I do not think that Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni has thoughts like that in his head all day. I do not think that, Mma. It was as if Mma Makutsi had not heard her. Yes, Mma. The meaning of a dream about beds is very simple. It means that you are tired. It means that you need more sleep. Mma Ramotswe stared at her assistant for a few moments. Then, with some degree of relief, she smiled. Well, there you have it, Mma. That must be what such a dream means. On the other hand, went on Mma Makutsi, a dream about a diningroom table is different. That does not mean that you are tired. No. No, it does not mean that, Mma. A dream about a diningroom table means that you are hungry. I think that is very obvious. Mma Ramotswe looked first at the teapot, and then at the clock. She would wait, she decided; if one kept bringing forward the time at which one had tea, then the period after tea time would become far too long. Tea had to be taken at the right time; if anything was clear, it was that. She decided to steer the conversation back to her own dream. But just as she was about to do so, Mma Makutsi came up with a further observation on Phutis dreams. When he said to me one morning that he had dreamed of diningroom tables, I was worried. Was I giving him enough to eat, I dered And what did you decide, Mma I think Im giving him enough food. I believe in demand feeding. I think that is what its called. I always leave some food out in the kitchen so that Phuti can pick up a snack if he feels hungry. There are other women who believe that you should only feed your husband at set times, so that he gets used to it. But I am not one of those women, Mma. I leave food out. Mma Ramotswe suppressed a grin at the thought of demand feeding for husbands. The conversation, although potentially sensitive, had proved to be more amusing than anything else, and she knew that it could drift on indefinitely. It was her own dream that had started it, and it was to her dream that she now returned. I had a very strange dream last night, Mma, she said. As I was saying. Please tell me what it was, Mma, said Mma Makutsi. I cannot guarantee that I will be able to tell you what it means, but we shall see. I dreamed that I was walking along a path, Mma Ramotswe began. And Mma Makutsi interrupted her. That means you are going on a journey, Mma. There can be no doubt about that. Mma Ramotswe acknowledged this. Possibly. But then the path came to a place That is your destination, announced Mma Makutsi. That place that you saw in your dream was your destination in life. That is very clear indeed. What was it like, Mma Was it a very good place There was an acacia tree Again there was an interjection. Then that means you are going to end up under a tree, Mma. That is where you will find yourself, under a tree. She looked at Mma Ramotswe sympathetically. That is not too bad, Mma. There are many worse places to end up. But the tree was not all that important, said Mma Ramotswe, raising her voice slightly to prevent further interruption. There was a man standing under the tree. It was as if he was waiting for me. That will be Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. Mma Ramotswe shook her head. It was not him. It was a man I had never seen before. And he did not come from here. He was a stranger. Mma Makutsis glasses flashed in a slanting band of sunlight. Not from Gaborone she asked. Not from Botswana No. He was from somewhere else. He was not an African at all. Mma Makutsi was silent. Then she delivered her judgement. You are going to meet a stranger, she said, with an air of gravity. You are going to meet a stranger under an acacia tree. I thought it might mean something like that, said Mma Ramotswe. But then I thought that it probably didnt mean anything at all. That it was just a dream, and I would forget about it by this afternoon. Mma Makutsi looked doubtful. I dont think you should forget it, Mma Ramotswe. I think that you should remember it, so that when it happens, when you meet that stranger under the acacia tree, you will be prepared. She said nothing more, but gave Mma Ramotswe an oblique look; a look that Mma Ramotswe interpreted as a warning. But she had not understoodfor all her claims to understanding dreams, Mma Makutsi had missed the point. This stranger was not threatening; this stranger, for whom Mma Makutsi said she should be prepared, was not somebody to be dreaded or guarded against. On the contrary, this stranger was a good man, a kind man, and his arrivalif he were ever to come, which was highly unlikelywas something to be welcomed, something to be celebrated. And there was something elsesomething that was hard to put into words. The man in the dream might have been a stranger in that she had never seen him before, but somehow she felt that she knew him. She knew him but did not know him. She glanced at her watch again. Resolve can be weakened by time, and by talk about dreams and by heat. I know its a bit early, but I think that we should have tea now, she said to Mma Makutsi. And Mma Makutsi, who had removed her glasses to clean them, looked up, finished her task of polishing the lenses, and said that she completely agreed. On a hot day, she said, we dream of tea. CHAPTER TWO FOOD COOKED WITH LOVE TASTES BETTER IT WAS SHORTLY after this conversation about dreams, or after the tea that followed this conversation, that an unknown car drew up outside the offices of the No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency and parked beneath the acacia tree. Had this been followed by the emergence of a tall man similar in appearance to the one who had appeared in Mma Ramotswes dream, then Mma Makutsis belief in the prescience of dreams would have been dramatically confirmed. But this did not happen, as the person who opened the car door and stepped outwatched with bated breath by Mma Makutsiwas none other than Mma Silvia Potokwane, matron not only of the orphan farm but also, in a sense, of all she surveyed.