Mma Ramotswe stepped out of the tiny white van and walked round to the kitchen
door, unlocking it to let herself in. She could remember the days when nobody
locked their doors in Botswana, and indeed when there were many doors that had
no locks to lock anyway. But they had to lock their doors now and there were
even people who locked their gates too. She thought of what she had seen only a
short time before. That woman who had stolen from the trader with the
wide--brimmed felt hat; she lived in a room somewhere which she no doubt kept
locked, and yet she was prepared to steal from that poor man. Mma Ramotswe
sighed. There was much in this world over which one might shake one's head.
Indeed, it would be possible to go through life today with one's head in
constant motion, like a puppet in the hands of a shaky puppeteer.
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