Chapter 26 - Epilogue — Chandré

One year later

Not again.

Thump. Thump. Clang.

Thump. Thump. Clang.

The sound floats up from the five-a-side court below our bedroom window. He and Cliff have been at it for hours.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed — bathed, waxed, done up and ready. I've been looking forward to this all day. All week, really, since I've been on set and have barely seen Naz. Little did I know that when he and my brother finally made things right between them, it would be Cliff cock-blocking me. I love that he's staying with us here in Cape Town for a few weeks while he interviews for a coaching job at one of those well-resourced schools out in the southern suburbs, but genoeg is genoeg.

"One more?" Cliff's shout climbs up through the open window.

I stomp over and lean out as far as I can go without falling out of it or showing exactly how little I'm wearing. The floodlights are on over the court because it's dark by six now, and the two of them are lit up down there like a match on television.

"Nee wat!" I yell, almost laughing when they both jump in surprise and glance up at me. "Game over. Find something to do with the rest of your night, Cliff. You've had Naz long enough."

"Ewwwww." Cliff slams the ball down onto the turf and pretends to gag. "Don't tell me this is sex-related, because I don't need to hear that kak about my little sister."

"Then I won't tell you," I laugh, shifting my gaze to Naz, who is grinning like a Cheshire cat with a bowl of cream. "But Naz has to come inside now. You two can play tomorrow."