Mrs Pekeur woke up just before six o’clock. As soon as she climbed out of bed and put on her slippers, the alarm clock went off. She let it go on for a while – she found the chaotic sounds of the alarm clock very comforting and soothing, unlike the rest of the alarms that went off in Geluksdal.
Mrs Pekeur took a bath and got dressed up in her black and white Mother’s Union uniform from the Anglican church. She left the house at 08:10 and got a ride with her nice and friendly neighbour, Mr Simon Johnson.
The service was commanding and the sermon moving, Mrs Pekeur reckoned as she placed the R100 bill with the red number on it in the collection plate. She smiled and sat down because she felt a bit light-headed; she couldn’t believe she was giving so much to the church. She already served the church by conducting the choir but giving so much money was different.
After church was done and most people had left, Mrs Pekeur went back in for her Sunday ritual: to spend at least thirty minutes alone in church in total silence, just thanking the Creator for life itself and for her beautiful daughter.
Meanwhile, the church wardens had their meeting, recording everything in their notebooks like they usually did. Kayla, the preacher’s daughter, came in wearing a beautiful blue summer dress and carrying a tray filled with plates of food. As soon as the church wardens saw the food, they lost focus and rushed to get something to eat. When Kayla came back with dessert, she had already spotted the R100 bill sticking out of a small brown envelope. She knew no-one would suspect a thing if she placed the tray on top of the envelope and scooped it up after she’d finished serving the wardens.
Her plan worked without a hitch; she got the envelope and stuffed it in her bra on her way back to the kitchen. She thought this may have been crossing the line, she didn’t like how it felt but then she thought, You’ve got to do what you’ve got to do to pay the bills. After the church wardens were done eating, she was called in again to fetch the dirty dishes. “Thank you Kayla, you’re a godsend!” said Mr Power, the lead warden.
Kayla did her best to stay calm, but the R100 bill was burning a hole through her bra. She knew exactly what to do with it: She would give it to her boyfriend, Evans, so he could finally pay that guy who had been bugging him for days. She figured it would be best to hand it over to Evans right away. She took off from the church and went looking for Evans at his house.
Luckily, Evans was hanging out at the park not too far from the church. When Evans saw Kayla headed his way at a fast pace, he got up and went to meet her halfway. He smiled, because Kayla wore a blue dress and blue was his favourite colour, plus he was a sucker for Kayla in a summer dress, she had the legs for it. For a second he saw a mental picture of himself and thought, damn, all I’ve got on are these scruffy old jeans and sneakers with a hole in them.
But Kayla didn’t seem to notice. She hugged Evans and smiled excitedly. “Baby, I have something for you!” She took out the small brown envelope, opened it and presented the R100 bill with a red number written on it. “See! Now you can finally pay off your debt.”
Evans gave her a hug and a kiss. “Thank you my love, this is great!” He took the R100 bill with the red number written on it, no questions asked; he was only glad he would finally get to pay Kobla, because Kobla and his buddy Tsiki could be troublesome when you owed them money.
Kayla and Evans hugged and kissed goodbye. Kayla went back to the church to do the dishes and Evans went looking for his friends, so they could help him track down the infamous Kobla and finally settle his debt.
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