Mma Potokwani drew a deep breath. “I am always happy when I am in the bush,” she said. “I think everybody is.”
“I certainly am,” said Mma Ramotswe. “I live in a town, but I do not think my heart lives there.”
“Our stomachs live in towns,” said Mma Potokwani, patting the front of her dress. “That is where the work is. Our stomachs know that. But our hearts are usually somewhere else.”
From The Good Husband of Zebra Drive by Alexander McCall Smith
Sunday, August 26, 2007
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And suddenly I got all homesick - my heart's forever in other places! ;)
I've enjoyed the books in that series! They make me smile and think of Florence and other dear friends back in Kenya! Keri
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