AN EXTRACT FROM ONE FINE DAY, TRANSLATED BY MAYA FOWLER
Zanie Arendse’s phone just rang and rang. Kristien tried again. Once more nothing but the monotonous toot-toot, toot-toot in her ears. The third time, just as Kristien was ready to give up, Zanie finally answered.
“Blerrie bliksem, man.What’s going on? Do you know what time of night it is? What’s wrong?” All in one long breath. Her voice thick with sleep, or too much Mary Jane, who knew.
“Sorry, Zants, it’s Louw; she’s not home yet. And she’s not answering her phone. I’m so out of my mind with worry, I just don’t even know what to do with myself anymore.”Kristien could actually hear
