Scattered Stars

Chapter 44

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Naledi

Before the phone call...

By the time I had gotten off the train the sun was beginning to descend even though it continued to shine brightly reflecting off the metal zinc most of the shacks were made of.

I was standing by the main road before heading to the squatter camp when I saw an old man, he looked pretty good for someone his age. He was tall with an almost perfect posture, his curly brownish-black hair mixed with a lot of white hairs, he was wearing old people kind of clothes, you know the beige full-length trousers, a darker shade of beige hemp, loafers, and a knitted half-jersey.

He had his hands deep in his pockets, black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, wrinkles creasing his almost caramel face. What peaked my interest though was the fact that he was looking around but to me, it looked like he was searching for something even though he didn't know where to look. Parked behind him was an old school mustang that was red in colour and the only reason I knew it was a mustang was that every time Dian saw a car like this he fawned over it something about it being American muscle and a classic.

I shrugged my shoulders then walked away- (stranger danger), but I stopped when he called for me.

"Excuse me, I am sorry to bother you but I am looking for someone by the name of Shanon," he said, he had a Coloured accent that resembled my mothers when she got angry. He towered over me with his incredible height, so much so I had to crane my neck to look at his deep chocolatey eyes.

I thought for a moment, trying to remember if I knew a Shanon but my memory came back blank, " I'm sorry I don't know a Shanon maybe if you ask someone else they might know who she is."

He nodded and sighed in a defeated manner before stepping back, "I'll ask around and see if anyone knows who Shanon is." I promised, I felt pretty sorry for him because he looked like he was going to cry.

He nodded gratefully, "Thank you, and if they ask you who is asking tell them it's Shaun Peterson, "

"No problem, " I waved goodbye before walking into the squatter camps and navigating my way between the narrow dusty paths.

I made it home and found Palesa and Buhle playing cards by the table while Lesedi hid beneath the blankets, she was probably asleep-I hope because she hadn't gotten a good nights sleep in a long time because of her nightmares.

"Hey, chommie, " Palesa greeted.

"Hi, " I said before slumping into the seat between my two friends.

"So how did it go?" Buhle asked without taking her eyes off the cards in her hands.

"It was good, " I replied simply, I could literally feel my cheeks start to burn up at the memory of today's events.

"Just good? " Palesa asked with an eyebrow raised, she and Buhle shared a secretive glance before their eyes came back to me.

"What in actual fact was good about today? Was it the picnic? Or the other stuff?" Palesa asked slyly with her cards covering her mouth.

I shifted uncomfortably in my seat and they both turned to me with stunned looks, "you.." Buhle started with her mouth agape but she didn't finish what she was saying.

"Shut it, " I snapped quickly looking over at the lump on the bed, they both nodded wordlessly but the stunned looks remained on their faces.

"So do you want to play cards?" Buhle asked nodding towards the deck of cards on the table.