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BOOK PREVIEW By Sue Rabie. Published by Human & Rousseau, an imprint of NB Publishers. http://www.nb.co.za http://nb.book.co.za/blog http://lwb.book.co.za/blog
BOOK PREVIEW By Sue Rabie. Published by Human & Rousseau, an imprint of NB Publishers. http://www.nb.co.za http://nb.book.co.za/blog http://lwb.book.co.za/blog

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I miss you already,” David told her seriously.Kathy laughed. “Don’t be silly. I haven’t even left yet.”
 Don’t go
, David wanted to say.
Please stay
. But he couldn’t. Somethingwas wrong, somehow their relationship had changed, and he knew hehad to let her go. He smiled back at her instead, then opened the back door of the Land Rover to reach for her suitcase.It was two o’clock on a Thursday and a chilly wind was swirlingaround the airport car park, lifting up Kathy’s fawn-coloured hair intoa halo around her head. The winter sun was bright behind her, andher dark glasses prevented David from seeing the expression in hereyes.“Thanks,” was all she said, glancing at her watch. Kathy started walk-ing towards the looming steel-and-glass structure of King Shaka Airport,her handbag in one hand and her briefcase in the other. Her grey busi-ness suit was flawlessly elegant, her bright red patent shoes impracticallyhigh, David thought, for a long flight in a plane.You dont have to come in,” she told him over her shoulder. “Youcould have said goodbye at the drop-and-go.”“I gave myself the afternoon off,” David told her, quickly catchingup. “The business can manage a few hours without me.”He was lying. He was two drivers short this week, and he would haveto step in again and make a trip to Gauteng tomorrow, driving the Mer-cedes van to deliver a consignment of computer parts somewhere inJohannesburg. He was having trouble keeping up with the orders thesedays, which was good for his logistics business, but bad for his relation-ship with Kathy. Spending more time at work and less time with her wasstarting to take its toll.She smiled briefly at him, but he could see her mind was elsewhere,either on the time, the plane trip, or the job ahead of her.5
 
He reached into his jacket pocket as he tugged her wheeled suitcasebehind him, feeling the small velvet box that had nestled there for thelast two weeks.The ring.He had seen it in an antiques store in downtown Durban, and knewit was perfect. A small diamond, surrounded by blue sapphires. The set-ting was Victorian, the gold a pale white with small flaws that spoke of character and history. It had cost him a small fortune, but the easy parthad been paying for it. The hard part was finding the right time to giveit to her.What if she said no? What if she thought he was too damaged, toomoody, too tied up in his work?He could change. He
would 
change.So, a week then?he said, forcing a lighter tone into his voice. “Andwhen you get back we can test
 Dreamer’s
new rigging?” He knew she wantedto go sailing. She had been impatient when Bobby Baumann had takenlonger than expected to re-rig her beautiful fifty-five foot Mikado schoon-er, and had often complained that they could have been out there, on theocean, just the two of them. He had become worried when, in the last twoweeks, Kathy had mentioned having made a mistake, that she shouldnever have used her inheritance to buy the yacht, that she should havesaved the money instead. “Put it away for the future,” she had said.I cant go sailing, David,” was her reply now. “I’ll have audit reportsto write up when I get back from Cape Town, and an analysis to submit.”After that then,” he smiled.“Fine,” she said. “After.”But it wasn’t fine. He could feel it when she kissed him at Depar-tures, the way she avoided his eyes and pulled away from his embracewhen he tried to hold her.
 Am I losing you?
He watched her walk through the security gates, hisheart dropping when she didnt turn around to wave goodbye.He thought about her leaving him as he drove home, as he fed thecat, as he made a tasteless meal for his supper. Stowaway sensed hismood and came to sit on his lap after he had finished eating. He strokedher absently as he sat staring at the TV, the black-and-white cat purringand watching him as he dug the small box out of his pocket and gazedat the ring.6

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