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to tell him about the form! It's not so bad if I don't go to varsity. I will
get work: a job. One of my friends was looking for a holiday job. He
doesn't have money either. Some places said no. Ster Kinekor, Edgars,
Spar. Pick 'n Pay took his name and number, just in case. He is still
waiting for them to phone him.

Dad will be home just now. I'll hear his old wreck immediately. It
won't even help to try to blow the smoke away with the fan. The lounge
still stinks. Mom will also throw a scene. There is so little she can throw
a scene about, so she looks for every opportunity. "Ma, I accidentally
..." I don't know what I will say to her. It doesn't help to tell stories.
She sniffs them out.

I cannot get the ashtray clean. The barman stays black.

Here comes Dad's crock ...

He comes in at the door. His nails are black. His hair shines from
oiliness.

"Dad? Hi, Dad."

Dad doesn't reply.

"Dad, I..."

He just stares. He stares at the ashtray. He stares at the fan.

"Dad..."

There's a furrow between his eyebrows. His eyes shine.

"Dad, your barman is black now ... Dad?"

His eyes well up. He frowns.

"Dad, your barman is black. I'm sorry, Dad."

He wipes his eyes and they look dry and empty again. He takes a
deep breath, "Son ..."

The silence freezes around us. "Son, I lost my job."

Dad stands bent like a monkey. "I want to go and lie down a bit."

He says nothing more.

Grade 12 - Hoыrskool D FMalherbe,Walmer, PE

Though crime and poverty are still present in our country, South Africa