Agaat - Marlene van Niekerk [270]
Dear Lord above! Would rather not think what else lurks in that past!
20 October
Took A. to town with me today, had hair appointment, she kept on wanting to take my hand, walk next to me nicely, I said, you don’t hold hands in town, you’re nice and grown-up now. A. very fascinated with the hairdresser, takes the little broom from the servant there and starts sweeping up my hair into the dustpan, where does hair come from? she asks. Otherwise very good all the time while I was doing shopping.
Then I bumped into Beatrice in Kriel and Co. and she says we must go and have a cooldrink at the Good Hope Café. What about Agaat? I ask. Buy her an ice-cream and tell her she must wait outside, says B. Ai, she can be so unfeeling! The child is so small still. No, I say, I’ll speak to Georgie. Hmph, sea kaffir, says Beatrice, he won’t mind, but he should know who’s really his clientele. Then I asked for a table at the back half behind the screen in front of the kitchen door and then the waitress in her white apron and cap, thud, flap, through the swing doors, brings A. a huge cream soda float with a long-stemmed teaspoon and a straw so that her eyes widen like saucers. Then other waitresses come out as well to look at A. Go away, I say, it’s just a child. And then A. eats the whole thing, I should have known it was too much, but B. had ordered it, from spite or something. Her whole face said, so you want to don’t you, now you’d better eat your way through what’s in front of you and see what comes of it. A. sucks and sucks at the milky green stuff in the long glass, her eyes fixed fast on Tretchikoff’s Dying Swan hanging there against the wall. When we got outside, she puked something terrible on the pavement and I held her head over the gutter and B. marched click, clack, on her high heels away from us as if she didn’t know us. Really, some people.
23 October
I show all the pictures of vehicles. Strange response. Ship? I’ll never get into that! Aeroplane? No never, I’ll run away! Train? See it steam, salt-and-pepper-now-I-go-better, I press the two-tone of the train whistle for her on the piano. No, alla, I’ll jump off! I’d rather walk! But you ride down to the lands in the bakkie with me? Yes, but it’s Même who drives it!
27 October 1954
A. was very naughty today. Stole kindling out of the Aga and set fire in the backyard to an unread newspaper and a lot of brand-new brown-paper bags that I use for storing herb seed, the little blighter! Got to her good and well with the duster. Don’t know what I’m going to tell Jak, he has such a thing about his newspaper. Gave her a good fright, pretended to be phoning the police, made as if I was telling the constable on the phone how naughty she was, asked that they should come and take her away and lock her up in a cell with bars behind a great iron door without food and without pee-pot. Now I really scared the blue heebie-jeebies out of her! That’s right, she should rather be scared than get all forward here. Now she’s good and terrified of the telephone. She listens around the corner every time I speak. I make full use of every opportunity. I ring off when I’ve talked to someone, but I keep the receiver to my ear, and pretend I’m telling the dominee and the police and the magistrate all her tricks and transgressions. This is really a very good way I’ve discovered of keeping her in her place.
4 November 1954
Almost the end of the year again. The first year of Agaat’s life with me. How quickly the time has passed! How different to other years!
I want to write up the beginning of the story but it’s so hot and I’m sitting here on the stoep and I’m feeling exhausted. I try to think back to that day, when exactly the idea got hold of me, why I did it.