The Wall

107

“Come on,” Nozipho said again. “We’re leaving.” She grabbed Thembinkosi’s hand and took a step forward.

Everyone who had been standing around with them now started to move. The mail carrier checked his shoulder bag.

“Straight to the exit,” the officer called once more.

“Aaaah,” Thembinkosi said. “I thought for a second everything might get difficult.” He wiped his forehead again, this time with his handkerchief.

“Give me that.” Nozipho rubbed it over her forehead and lower arms, then under her arms, before handing it back. “We aren’t out yet, you know.”

One street up, a police convoy was crossing their path.

“But they aren’t looking for us!”

“Not yet. But we don’t know what’s waiting for us at the exit.”