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I’m not saying I’ve had no contact across the color line. Good heavens no! I get as much of that as any average young white South African. I have a great time every morning with Auntie in the kitchen when she’s cooking breakfast and we gossip about everything and everybody in town. And then there’s Samuel with his crash helmet and scooter ... he delivers medicines for my dad ... I have wonderful long conversations with him about religion and the meaning of life generally. He’s a very staunch Zionist. Church every Sunday. But it’s always “Miss Isabel,” the baas's daughter, that he’s talking to.