From where she was sitting she could see the tree that Mma Makutsi had referred to - or part of it. It was an acacia tree, typical of the trees that grew in that part of Botswana and that dotted the bush like tiny, greygreen umbrellas. This tree that grew outside the shared premises of the No 1 Ladies' Detective Agency and Tlokweng Road Speedy Motors was home to a pair of doves, whose cooing they heard in the office but rarely paid much attention to. One of the doves was there now, seated on a high branch, waiting for its spouse. She looked at Mma Makutsi. 'And?' she asked. 'And then he said this thing to me.' Mma Ramotswe coaxed her gently. 'What thing, Mma? What did Mr J.L.B. Matekoni say to you?' MMA MAKUTSI took off her glasses and began to polish them. 'He said: "Can you tell me, Mma - what does Mma Ramotswe really want?"
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