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    There were few matters on which she disagreed with Clovis Andersens advice, but this, perhaps, was one of them. She was not sure that it was ever right to read somebody elses letters or private papers unless you were certain that it was the only way of averting some very serious consequence. Or and there were other exceptions. Errant husbands, for instance, could hardly complain if a wife, or somebody acting for the wife, read the letters they might write to their mistresses. That was because a wife has a right to read her husbands letters, in Mma Ramotswes view, because he agreed to that in the marriage ceremony; not that those exact words were used, but they were surely implied. Perhaps it might be better to spell it out in the wedding service, where it might be put tactfully, along with the general promise to share. I promise to share all my worldly goodsincluding letters, parcels, and other items of correspondence, opened or unopened. Perhaps that sounded a bit too formal, but no doubt there were ways of saying the same thing in a warmer, more romantic way. No, she would not wait in Mma Potokwanes office but would go in search of her. As she stepped off the verandah into the hot sun, she saw one of the housemothers standing at the door of one of the small buildings that served as home for eight or so . These were busy women, who cooked and cleaned all day, and made a home that each child could regard as his or her own. They were not necessarily educated women, but that was not the point; what they had was far more valuable than any formal education, and that thing was love, vast wells of it, enough for ten , for twenty if need be.
    CHAPTER TEN SHE WAS LIKE A DEFLATED BALLOON This housemother, who knew Mma Ramotswe wellhaving come from Mochudigreeted her warmly as she approached. I am not just standing here, she said to Mma Ramotswe after the traditional greetings had been exchanged. Dont think that Im being lazy. Im thinking about what I have to do next. Mma Ramotswe laughed. I would never think you lazy, Mma, she said. I know how hard you work. The housemother sighed. Our work is never done, Mma, but there we are. That is just one of the things that God has said must be. He said: mothers must work hard. That is a firm rule. Mma Ramotswe nodded. But he also wants mothers to have a bit of a rest sometimes. That is why he said: men must not be lazy, and must help ladies. The housemother grinned. Were men listening when the Lord said that I think that some were, said Mma Ramotswe. But others did not hear too well. That led to further mirth. Then Mma Ramotswe asked if the housemother had seen Mma Potokwane. She has gone over to her house, Mma, came the reply. And then, after a short pause, She is not happy, I think. Mma Ramotswe frowned. That was very unlike Mma Potokwane, who had a reputation for a certain breeziness and optimism. Not happy Are you sure, Mma The woman nodded. I spoke to her about my fridge and told her that it was not working very well. I told her that some of the meat I had for the had turned bad, and that this was a waste. You should not waste good meat, Mma. And pressed Mma Ramotswe. And she said something that was really nothing. You know how it is when a person says something but it is really nothing very much at all I do, Mma. But, tell me, why should Mma Potokwane be unhappy The housemother said that she did not know. She agreed that it was unusual; perhaps she was not feeling wellthere had been a few cases of flu recently, and when you had flu you did not feel inclined to be cheerful. No, said Mma Ramotswe. It is hard to smile when your head is splitting. The housemother nodded. She was like a balloon with all the air taken out of it, she said. You know how that looks, Mma Mma Ramotswe did. She exchanged a few more comments with the housemother, and then took her leave. Mma Potokwanes house was at the far end of the orphanfarm grounds, beyond the vegetable patches that the worked, beyond the scrap of ground that the smaller s used as their soccer pitch: a square of dusty, baked earth devoid of so much as a blade of grass, but the scene of many a tiny sporting triumph, a ball sent shooting past the goalkeeper, a clever passthings that were in their transience quickly forgotten but for a short time meant so much in a young life that had not known much triumph or even, until now, much love. SHE STOOD AT the door of the Potokwane house and called out Ko, ko! Inside, somewhere within the cool interior of the house, the voice of Radio Botswana broke the silence: a discussion about a new power station and the problems of building it. Was that the sort of thing that Mma Potokwane listened to, or was she dozing somewhere, catching up on lost sleep, having left the radio on Discussion of power stations could easily send people off to sleep, although some peoplemostly men, she imaginedmight be woken up by such things.