Her blue taffeta cocktail dress matched thecolour of her eyes perfectly. This was the cornerstone of theSouth African way of life. The lighter materials floated away and were run off to the waste dump. Her eyes were brown andstarred with rods of gold that fanned out from the luminous blackpupils.
He imagined the flash of the explosion, that sweet flesh that hadcradled his, and harboured his son, torn and rent by razor-edgedshrapnel. It was the first time that Manfred had paid for a meal with two graces,before and after, and each of them seemed interminable. She had removed her shoes and the soles of her bare feet were pink andsmooth, her ankles slim, her calves firm and strong from riding andwalking, the backs of her knees dimpled. One of the other Ovambo men took Moses empty dish to thekitchen and returned with it refilled.
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