This morning breakfast was at 8. The old man went to fetch the policeman's friend (the boy in the white vest) who lives in the hut in Albert's garden. This morning he was not in a white vest, and instead just had a towel around his waste. "He wants me to tell you to wait here and he will cook your breakfast." he said.
The old man brought in two eggy-bready things (like yesterday) and some African tea (without ginger). All I could do was say Orakozi over and over again like an idiot. The man just smiled and kept saying yes. After I'd cleaned my teeth I was horrified to see the old man in the living room untying my shoelaces for me. It was too late to stop him. Tonight I will undo them when I take off my shoes. I must also learn his name, when I can find somebody to ask.
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