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It’s 7 o’clock, and I’m half an hour early for Kyle and Jonty, so I’m sitting in the corner at a tiny table, getting some reading done. I’m on the final pages of THE CORRECTIONS by Jonathan Franzen. Excellent novel delving into the lives of the members of a dysfunctional family. Striking chords with me, seeing as I come from a dysfunctional family.<\/p>\n
I’ve already ordered, since I’m going to be meeting Eran and his buddies for an 8 o’clock movie. I’m eating the Tai Chicken Salad, which is heavenly. Accompanied by strawberry juice. Damn nice. Damn nice indeed.<\/p>\n
I’m a quarter of the way through the salad when Jonty and Kyle arrive. The girl who’s meant to be joining us is on the phone to Jonty. She’s going to be late. A single Jewish girl. <\/p>\n
Could they be trying to set me up? Could they. Hmmm. Gotta ask them to ask her if she shags on the first date. It’s all academic anyway, cos I’m not going to meet her, since It’s pushing towards 8, and I’m going to be leaving any minute.<\/p>\n
Jonty is a spiritual healer, and Kyle’s told him about my mom and about my breakup. Jonty and I know each other from SABC days. He’s one of the main voice artists for SABC1, and I wasn’t allowed to use him on SABC3 promos, cos they had an exclusivity deal with him. <\/p>\n
He says, “Kyle, I know you’re vegetarian, but you’ve got to try the dish Roy’s having. I’m sure there’s something they can put in there instead of the chicken.”<\/p>\n
Kyle peers into my bowl. It’s got chicken, avocado, various salady things, cashew nuts, and a sweet chili sauce with a tiny amount of satisfying bite. I say, “You know what would be perfect in here instead of chicken? Fried haloumi cheese.”<\/p>\n
“That’s it!” says Jonty, and Kyle nods.<\/p>\n
I turn to Kyle and start to winge about Memar. “I worked till just before midnight last night,” I tell him. Kyle is one of the editors at Memar, the Ethiopian education project I’m producing on. He does all the corrections on the chemistry and biology programs. “Basically cos I took Monday off, and wasn’t functioning too well on Tuesday. Also, the viewing bay is always busy with Arne sorting out preproduction on the old batch corrections.”<\/p>\n
Out of the corner of my eye, I notice Jonty going into healer mode. I see his hands calling energy from the universe, and then he places them against his heart, his eyes partly closed. I stop chatting to Kyle and simply allow the energy in. After about three minutes, Jonty cleanses his aura. “Thank you,” I say. He smiles, nods, and we carry on chatting.<\/p>\n
What I’m not talking about is a call I got earlier in the day from an ex-girlfriend of mine. She’s now married, and six months pregnant. I’m not mentioning her name, cos it’s just too ugly what’s happening with her, and I think her stuff’s private. What happened is that she went to her husband’s office to give him a lift home on Friday night and caught him fucking some arbitrary woman whose name he claims not to know. So now she’s trying to figure out whether or not to leave him. Sigh. Can’t we get our damned relationships right???<\/p>\n
But it’s time to see a movie, and I ask Laine, our waiter for the bill and a doggy bag, since I’m only halfway through my meal. I’ll probably end up giving it to a security guard in Rosebank before the movie, seeing as I’ve still got about three doggy bags untouched in my fridge. With the best will in the world, it’s such a chore to remember to take them to work as lunch. <\/p>\n