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Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni listened with interest to the story that Mma Ramotswe told, only interrupting her occasionally for clarification of some salient point. Out of the blue he asked. He came out of the blue Just like that Yes, said Mma Ramotswe. She had not told him about her dream; there would be an opportunity to discuss that later. He came into the office and, believe it or not, Rra, to begin with Mma Makutsi and I had no idea of who he was. He was a stranger, obviously, but that was all we could tell. And there are so many strangers about these days, there was no reason why we should know; he could have been anyone. But do they not have a photograph of him on the cover of his book asked Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. I thought that they put photos of authors on books. So that you know what youre going to get. Mma Ramotswe shook her head. There is no photograph of Mr. Andersen. He is a very modest man. As you would be too, Rra, if you wrote a book. The Principles of Car Maintenance, for example. You would have a photograph of a car on it, not of you. I have not yet written a book, mused Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. I have thought of it, but I have not started one yet. Mma Ramotswe was eager to continue with her story, but could not let this remark go uncommented upon. This book of yours, Rra: Would it be about car maintenance, or is it something different Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni looked bashful. It will be something different, I think. She looked at him expectantly. Well, Rra He hesitated, as if deciding whether to trust her with a secret. I thought of writing something for ladies. Mma Ramotswes eyebrows shot up. For ladies That is very interesting, Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni! What exactly will this book for ladies be It will be on how to fix things in the house, he said. There are many things that a lady can fix herself. Washingmachine repairs, for example, are not all that difficult. Then there are things that can go wrong with cars. There is no reason why ladies should not change tyres, or do simple things like that. You do not need a man to do those things. He paused. That will be my book, Mma, if I ever write it, which I do not think I shall. I thought I might call it Mr. J.L.B. Matekonis Book of Hints for Ladies. Mma Ramotswe clapped her hands together. It will be a firstclass book, Rra! They will sell it at that bookshop at Riverwalk. It will be in the dow and take up all the space. Everybody will be buying it. I must write it first, said Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. And the problem is that I do not know how to do that. I am just a mechanic, Mma Ramotsweas you well know. I am not a person who can write a book. You need a BA for that, and I do not have a BA. They returned to the subject of Clovis Andersen. What did he want asked Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. He did not want anything, said Mma Ramotswe. He was passing by and he thought he would call in and say hello. It was just because he is a detective too. It is called a professional courtesy call, I think. Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni took a forkful of his mutton stew. Passing by How is it that a famous person like that is just passing by the Tlokweng Road How many famous people do you see on the Tlokweng Road, Mma Ramotswe I have never seen onenot one. It is not a place where famous people like to go. Those were my thoughts too, said Mma Ramotswe. So I asked him, and he told me. She waited while Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni dealt with his mutton stew. Then she resumed. He said that he was in Botswana because he was invited here to visit some lady. Some Motswana lady She shook her head. No, an American lady who has lived here for a few years. This lady is working here on a scheme that the American government has to build libraries in schools. They are building a library in Serowe, I think, and another one at SelebiPhikwe. There will be many libraries all over the place, and it will be very nice for the . That is what she is doing. Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni nodded. It sounds like good work. And so Mr. Andersen knows this lady, and she asked him to come to see her. Has he not got a wife back wherever he comes from Is there no wife to say, ‘You must not go off and visit library ladies Mma Ramotswe raised a finger in the air. No, Rra, that is the point. There was a wifethere was a Mrs. Andersen, but she is late now. Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni lowered his head, as was polite to do, even if one did not know the late person. I am very sorry to hear that. Yes, it is very sad. So he has no wife now And he is hoping that the library lady No, he is not hoping that. But I think the library lady is hoping that she will be the new Mrs. Andersen. You mean shes keener than he is That is exactly what I mean. He did not use those precise words, of course, but that is the impression I formed. I think that she is keen to marry him, but he has different ideas. I think he wants her just as a friend. But what is the problem asked Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. Do they not like one another Is that not the most important thing I think they do like one another. In fact, he said to me, ‘I am very fond of this lady, but I do not love her. That is what he said, Rra. He shrugged. There are many people who marry one another without being in love. There are many good marriages like that. I could make you a long list, Mma. She looked away. Was their own marriage based on love, or was it something else that brought them together Affection Friendship The comfort of sharing their lives She knew what she felt about Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni: she loved him. It was as simple as that. He was her husband, and she loved him. And she had every reason to believe, she felt, that he had loved her when he asked her to marry him and she had agreed. She was sure that he had loved her when they stood together, before Bishop Mwamba, under that tree at the orphan farm, with the sound of the s singing rising up into that great, empty sky and the words of the marriage servicethose profound wordshanging in the air, proclaimed by the Bishop and repeated by the two of them so that all might hear; she was sure that he had loved her then, and she believed that he loved her still. She would not ask him, though, because you should never ask that question of another; you should wait for him or her to say it, so that you know, then, that it comes from the heart, from that part of us that can never lie, can never conceal the truth. She acknowledged the veracity of what he said. Yes, there are many such marriages, but I think that people still like to believe they are in love when they get married. I think that is important. Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni looked thoughtful. So he does not love this lady Then why did he come out to see her here Surely that is unkind, if she thinks that hes coming out to Botswana so that he can ask her to marry him, and all the time he has no intention of doing that. Surely that is not very kind. She admitted that it could seem a bit like raising somebodys hopes, but would it not have been more unkind to refuse to come at all He saw that. It is a very difficult situation, he said. It must have been very hard for Mr. Andersen. He stopped for a moment before continuing: Why does he not love her, Mma Is there a reason Mma Ramotswe settled back in her seat. That is the point, Rra. There is a very big reason why poor Mr. Andersen cannot love this lady who builds libraries. It is because he is still in love with his late wife. That is the reason. Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni finished the last of the mutton stew on his plate and looked enquiringly at Mma Ramotswe. Sometimes he was allowed a second helping, but these days, follog the discovery that a belt he had been wearing for years no longer fitted him, he was on a less calorific regime. No more, she said. We can eat the rest tomorrow. He sighed, but did not argue. So, Mma Ramotswe, what is Mr. Andersen to do I do not know, Rra. All that I know is that he is sad in his heart. She touched her chest. That is the place where his sadness is. Right there. And I do not think that it is ever very easy to deal with sadness in that part of the body. He nodded his assent to that comment. You are right, Mma. It is very difficult. But I shall do my best to cheer him up, said Mma Ramotswe. I have invited him to come to the office tomorrow to discuss some of our cases. He was very happy to be invitedI think that he has nothing to do all day while the library lady is building libraries. And he is here for three weeks, Rra, which is a long time when you have nothing to do. She paused. Except to be sad. Three weeks of sadness is a long time, I think. It was, reflected Mr. J.L.B. Matekoni. Three weeks of sadness was a long time, by any standards, but it would be particularly long when one was far from home in a strange country, when everybody else would have their friends and family about them and would seem so occupied with their own lives. In such circumstances you might easily forget who you were, and how you once were happy. He almost expressed these thoughts to Mma Ramotswe, but did not do so, inhibited, perhaps, by the feeling that he was just a mechanic, not a poet or a philosopher, and that on the lips of mechanics such words might sound false or contrived, and certainly not as authentic as anything they might say on the subject of gearboxes, or fuel systems, or any of those other matters in respect of which he knew he stood on far firmer ground.