In The Company of Cheerful Ladies (2004)
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Mma Ramotswe's principal philosophy is that one needs to use one's imagination to be sympathetic to people, for without the understanding that comes from such sympathy one can't know what it is like to be them and therefore can't avoid doing something which would hurt them.
Nonetheless, when Mma Ramotswe sees someone commit a crime, her other philosophy of doing what is traditionally the right and moral thing drives her to accost the criminal. But in what should be a strong learning exercise, she finds that in doing so she not only breaks the law, but gets ripped off by the person who catches her.
Sadly, she also discovers her fears of her beloved Botswana moving away from her equally beloved traditional values is absolutely true.
Additionally, Mma Ramotswe finds some very strange things happening in her house. First, she has a male intruder, who appears to make off without his trousers. Then, with no warning, a large pumpkin appears on her verandah.
But it's not only Mma Ramotswe's house in which strange things are happening. Mr J L B Matekoni, now married to Mma Ramotswe, and living in her house, which is much better than his, discovers that the person to whom he's rented his house is running an illegal booze bar.
What to do? What to do?
And what's happened to Mma Ramotswe's little white van?
Then Charlie, the older apprentice, gets picked up by a wealthy woman who drives a Mercedes, and he resigns. Everyone but he can tell what's going to happen, and he's put his whole future at risk. But Mma Makutsi's on the job.
And Mma Ramotswe knocks an ex-crim, Mr Polopetsi, off his bike, and through guilt and sympathy persuades Mr J L B Matekoni to give him some work.
And crisis of crises, the violently psychopathic trumpet player, Note Makoti, Mma Ramotswe's first husband, forces his way back into her life. He's the scumbag who was responsible for the death of her (and his!) baby, and the consequent inability for her to ever fall pregnant again. And he's got something he believes gives him the capacity to blackmail her. It takes the skills of Mma Makutsi and the detective talent of Mr Polopetsi to rescue her and reward her many kindnesses to them.
While Mma Ramotswe is so distracted, Mma Makutsi also manages to investigate a fraud case, and take up dancing lessons. Despite the awful Violet Sephotho, an undeserving fellow graduate of the Botswana Secretarial College, Mma Makutsi manages to meet a bloke with two left feet and a terrible stammer. Perhaps her future is looking up. Mma Ramotswe interferes. Oh, dear.
Mma Ramotswe's principal philosophy is that one needs to use one's imagination to be sympathetic to people, for without the understanding that comes from such sympathy one can't know what it is like to be them and therefore can't avoid doing something which would hurt them.
Nonetheless, when Mma Ramotswe sees someone commit a crime, her other philosophy of doing what is traditionally the right and moral thing drives her to accost the criminal. But in what should be a strong learning exercise, she finds that in doing so she not only breaks the law, but gets ripped off by the person who catches her.
Sadly, she also discovers her fears of her beloved Botswana moving away from her equally beloved traditional values is absolutely true.
Additionally, Mma Ramotswe finds some very strange things happening in her house. First, she has a male intruder, who appears to make off without his trousers. Then, with no warning, a large pumpkin appears on her verandah.
But it's not only Mma Ramotswe's house in which strange things are happening. Mr J L B Matekoni, now married to Mma Ramotswe, and living in her house, which is much better than his, discovers that the person to whom he's rented his house is running an illegal booze bar.
What to do? What to do?
And what's happened to Mma Ramotswe's little white van?
Then Charlie, the older apprentice, gets picked up by a wealthy woman who drives a Mercedes, and he resigns. Everyone but he can tell what's going to happen, and he's put his whole future at risk. But Mma Makutsi's on the job.
And Mma Ramotswe knocks an ex-crim, Mr Polopetsi, off his bike, and through guilt and sympathy persuades Mr J L B Matekoni to give him some work.
And crisis of crises, the violently psychopathic trumpet player, Note Makoti, Mma Ramotswe's first husband, forces his way back into her life. He's the scumbag who was responsible for the death of her (and his!) baby, and the consequent inability for her to ever fall pregnant again. And he's got something he believes gives him the capacity to blackmail her. It takes the skills of Mma Makutsi and the detective talent of Mr Polopetsi to rescue her and reward her many kindnesses to them.
While Mma Ramotswe is so distracted, Mma Makutsi also manages to investigate a fraud case, and take up dancing lessons. Despite the awful Violet Sephotho, an undeserving fellow graduate of the Botswana Secretarial College, Mma Makutsi manages to meet a bloke with two left feet and a terrible stammer. Perhaps her future is looking up. Mma Ramotswe interferes. Oh, dear.
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