Park. Some nights he’d want us to
crash with him at his converted
garage flat in Orange Grove, which
we did. Then I burned down the
white people’s house, and that was
the end of that. From then on we
lived together in Eden Park.
One night my mom and I were
at a prayer meeting and she took
me aside.
“Hey,” she said. “I want to tell
you something. Abel and I are going
to get married.”
Instinctively, without even
thinking, I said, “I don’t think that’s
a good idea.”
I wasn’t upset or anything. I