“The night before, Zak had tried to talk to Monica alone, but she’d become angry when he kept saying that she was depressed and needed help.“If you think that a bottle of pills is going to help me, then you’re wrong,” she’d said.“I meant you need to talk to someone,” said Zak. “You don’t talk to me about it. It’s not healthy.”She could only shake her head at him; she knew that if she said anything she might start crying.The director of the film, a young man with a meager goatee and artfully ripp...ed jeans, allowed the family to stay on the set, as long as they turned off their cell phones and didn’t utter a word.They watched Mandla listen to the director’s instructions, and then he must have cracked a joke because the director tipped his head back and howled with laughter. Monica knew Sipho was probably itching to comment about his brother’s confidence, but they had all promised to be silent.Mandla took one last look at the script he had been studying for three days, and threw it aside on a couch as though he’d never again need it.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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