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The bus grinds to a halt in Claremont and Temba sits up and looks out bleary-eyed and silent at Virgin Active Fitness, not yet open for the day. His gaze tracks the still-lit, unpopulated swimming pools through his eyeglasses. Submerged lights radiating out through green water.

The bus lurches forward again. Looking up through the window, the boy watches the darkness drain out of the sky. The first rays of sun break the horizon and flow across the east-facing valleys of Table Mountain. Fat tufts of fog slide down from the summit.

A woman in the aisle stands with her back very straight and peers down into a paperback book.

“Paps?” Temba says. “My body feels loose.”

His father’s arm closes around his shoulders. “Loose?”

The boy’s eyes shut. “Loose,” he murmurs.

“We’re going to get you some medicine,” Pheko says. “You just rest. You just hang on, little lamb.”