Captain Mynhardt stood in the archive doorway, coffee mug in hand. Alet turned, knocking her pen off the desk. “What is it, Captain?” “I forgot to tell you, a call came in this morning.” Mynhardt bent down to pick up the pen. He studied the silver engraving for a moment: To Alet from Pa. “Graduation present.” Alet took the pen from him. “You made the old boy proud when you decided to follow in his footsteps, you know.” Alet bit her lip. “Ja. I know.” “I sent him the parade photos I took. There’s a few good ones of you with the children.” “Thanks.” Alet wasn’t sure what pictures of a parade would do to mend her relationship with her father, but it was kind of Mynhardt to try. “Ansie and I are heading to Port Elizabeth early Saturday. You need a ride?” Until she transferred to Unie, Alet didn’t even know that her father knew Captain Mynhardt, never mind well enough for Mynhardt to get an invitation to his wedding. She imagined the uncomfortable conversation in the car on the way to PE, arriving early, dealing with the faffing women and the tipsy old men, being forced to stick around at the reception, making small talk with strangers about how she fit into the new family dynamic.
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