But what if Mandisa also had the same theory? It sure would explain why she had been preoccupied and distant lately. Bonisile shivered frightened. If Mandisa was worried also about life dealing them a bad hand again then no matter how good she was in court. The Motsepes would get Joy. Unlike them, the Motsepe always got what they wanted.
"Not this time," Bonisile said getting out of the car. Sindi looked at her confused. "Come on." Bonisile said pulling Sindi out of the car.
"I don't think Mandisa has calmed down yet."
"You want to keep your son right?" Bonisile said, looking a lot more like Mandisa. All strong and determined. Sindi nodded. "Then let's go make a deal with the devil."
"What??" Sindi asked as Bonisile dragged her back to the house.