See No Evil

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I’m scared. There, I’ve written it. After twenty minutes staring at the empty page trying to think of a way to begin this diary, I’ve realized I can’t start until I get this down.

I’m scared.

Of whom? Of what? Of Neels, for sure. When he lost his temper last night and clenched those meaty fists, for a moment I thought he was going to strike me, more than that, beat the life out of me. But what scares me most about Neels is that I’m losing him. Losing him and I don’t know why.

I’m scared of South Africa, or maybe for South Africa. I’m scared of what white is doing to black and black is doing to white. Like Neels, I’m scared the whole place will go up in flames at any moment. And I’m scared of myself, of what’s happening to me.

I feel all alone, alone in the middle of my family. Neels spends so much time in the States now. Caroline is sweet, but she’s just twelve and such a quiet little thing. I only realized how much I wanted Todd back home when I got that letter from him today telling me he wasn’t coming. He’s planning to stay in Hampshire with some friends from school over the summer vacation. What is my son doing thousands of miles away in a boarding school in England? And why do I need him so much?

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