"Jesus," Michael said beside me. Ben Walden was gesticulating. He held both his hands in front of him, as if bracketing the air in parentheses - a gesture that I recognised as my own.
“Jesu,” kwaso uMichael eceleni kwami. UBen Walden wayekhomba ngezandla. Wayebambe izandla zombili phambi kwakhe, sengathi uvalele umoyo – okuyisenzo nami engisenzayo.