“We better get going or we’d be eating cold food this evening.” Ben playfully said, walking out of her room.
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Aside from the clattering of cutleries on the ceramic bowls and occasional compliments made on Mrs Botha’s cooking skills evident in the food, Potjiekos- she had called it, dinner was somewhat quiet. Sarah appreciated the silence as she needed it to clear her head and arrange her thoughts. After her ‘moment’ with Ben in her room, all she could think about was Debra. How did she get to form a strong bond with her and her family? How did they meet? She looked up from her food at Mrs Botha and sensed she knew something about the meeting with Ben earlier because she kept on stealing glances at both her and Ben throughout the meal as though she were expecting a reaction from either one of them. Sarah really needed information but the only people she was sure would have correct info were the same family mourning the loss of their daughter. Her curiosity would have to wait till later when it didn’t hurt as much anymore. She looked at all the people seated round the table and she somehow knew it was never going to happen, it was never going to hurt less so she changed her mind to asking them whenever they looked ready to answer.