‘But what’s the occasion, Mandy?’ a rather withdrawn and serious Ingrid asked.
‘Ingrid, there doesn’t have to be an occasion to go out and eat at a fancy restaurant during the week.’
‘Oh, Ingrid,’ said Mandy with an urgency in her voice. ‘It doesn’t have to be your birthday or an anniversary or a promotion or something like that. When you live in a city, people go out and eat all the time. There’s no room for the mentality of a small-town brain like yours anymore. You have to think out of the box now. You’re living in Johannesburg now.’ Amanda laughed. ‘You’re such a mouse. You should meet Scotty’s Samuel. He’s also a mouse. Mouse people belong to mouse people. I’m a cat person.’
Yes, Ingrid thought to herself. I’m living in Johannesburg now. After all, I’m a city girl now, so, I should act like one.
‘What was growing up in Swaziland like?’ asked Ingrid, glancing up at Amanda while she perused the menu of the fancy Italian restaurant.
‘Boring but I had my freedom. Should we have wine with our supper, Ingrid.’
‘No, no wine for me, Mandy. To do what.’
‘What? What did you say, Ingrid?’
‘You said you had your freedom. I asked, the freedom to do what.’
‘To go about and do as I pleased. Sometimes me and my best friend in high school, her name was Susan, we’d sneak off and play truant or meet boys or smoke, I guess.’
‘Everybody does that,’ said Ingrid.
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