(Nkosingiphile sits by the couch next to the bedroom window.)

Lusapho: I know it was wrong of me to walk out on you guys like that, I am really sorry.

Nkosingiphile: We all know that you are going through a hard time, and we understand, but we really have to think of a way forward. Think about Mpilo. That little girl no longer has a mother and a sister. She needs you; she needs us. I know your heart Luu. I have known you for years, and you never want to see anyone suffer. Allow us to give you the helping hand that you always give others. Let us give your family a proper funeral, and then we will deal with the rest after that. For now, let us just pay respect to the dead. Please Brother.

Lusapho: No problem. I think I have also been very selfish and I forgot that she even existed. I am sorry, Brother Nkosi. We will go to see them tomorrow morning, and we will help them out then. I will be with you guys now-now that side, I just need to make a phone call first. It will just take a moment. (He quickly dials Esona’s number again.)

Esona: Two calls in one night, I must be famous.

Lusapho: (Clears his throat.) Mmm! You wish.

Esona: (Laughing.) Well, it is what it is. Luu, you must attend that funeral. You must do it because, if not, I will have to drag you there myself.

Lusapho: Well, you won’t have to drag me, Ma’am. I just spoke with my brother, and I decided that we will go there tomorrow to help out with the arrangements.

Esona: You see, I knew that behind that hard stubborn head of yours there is kindness and love.

Lusapho: Goodnight, Esona.