the beautiful girl that I had left the briefcase on the roof of the car as I got in. It had fallen off the roof as I raced off and this kind man chased me all the way down Louis Botha Avenue to give it back to me.
I learned two important things that day.
Women who walk in slow motion are dangerous to your health ⦠and kindness has no colour.
Falling from Grace
(Soundtrack: âLove Theme from
Romeo and Juliet
â by Henry Mancini)
When I was a young man, the quickest way to get me to do something was to tell me not to do it.
Just like Debbieâs father did.
I was in the army. Debbie was in matric and we were in love. I was visiting her on my weekend pass and we were sitting in her room and listening to songs on her cassette player.
A cassette player was a device that was very popular in the last century, especially during the 1970s and 1980s. You would record songs from a record player or even from the radio onto strange things called compact cassette tapes. It was quite difficult to record songs from the radio without getting part of a radio commercial or the DJâs voice or your sister screaming or a dog barking or a street vendor shouting, âMielies!â in the background. Often you had to take a pencil and fiddle with the spool of the cassette to loosen the tape if it wound up too tight.
I was actually loosening a cassette tape with a yellow HB pencil when Debbieâs father burst into the room and told me it was late and I should be going home.
But I wasnât ready to go home.
No, sir. We hadnât even kissed yet and I was NOT going to go back to the army base for two or three weeks without getting a kiss or two. Not that we were going to do anything bad. I mean she was in matric and not ready for prime time, so to speak.
âBut itâs only 9 p.m. Five more minutes please, Dad,â pleaded Debbie.
I just shut my mouth and smiled. I knew better than to say anything. I felt invincible after surviving basic training and had a deep urge to give him some backchat. But, out of respect for Debbie and because I was rather besotted with her, I refrained.
I am a bit of a chicken in general, but for some reason I wasnât afraid of her dad. He looked like a skinny male model out of a Volvo advertisement. He was lithe and wore black fitted trousers with a tight, white polo-necked jersey. He had gold wire-rimmed glasses and wore his blond hair quite short with a neat side parting. I kept on expecting him to speak with a Norwegian or Swedish accent, but he didnât.
âOkay,â he said, gruffly. âJust five more minutes.â He walked out with neâer a sideways glance.
I can take you one time, boet, I thought to myself. Iâll klap you so many times youâll think youâre surrounded.
âHeâs cross,â said Debbie. âHe gets that way when he drinks Scotch.â
I knew that her mother and father were having a marital thrombosis and that her dad sometimes became violent after a few drinks so I agreed to leave.
âIâll come back later,â I said, kissing her goodbye.
âNo, you canât come back!â she whispered.
âBut I want to,â I said, kissing her goodbye again.
âI know. Me too,â she said, kissing me back, âbut Iâll get into trouble.â
âOkay,â I said, knowing full well that I would be back, knocking on her window in the middle of the night like I had done a few times before.
âDonât climb up to my window,â she said. âHeâll get really cross with me.â
âI wonât,â I said.
âPromise?â she urged.
âYes,â I lied.
I walked out of the house full of confidence after cheerfully saying goodbye to her mother and father, who were watching TV in the lounge.
I got into my little Mini and headed straight for the Radium Beer Hall in my neighbourhood, Orange Grove. The Radium was the birthplace of my delinquency and a