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Mma,” said Mma Ramotswe quietly.
    Tati Monyena gave a nervous glance over his shoulder in the direction of Mma Makutsi. “What she says is right,” he said. “It is our money.”
    â€œYou wouldn’t think that some politicians knew that,” said Mma Makutsi.
    Mma Ramotswe decided that it was time to get the conversation off politics. “So the hospital wants me to do something,” she said. “I am happy to help. But you must tell me what the problem is.”
    â€œThat’s what doctors say,” offered Mma Makutsi from the other side of the office. “They say,
What seems to be the problem?
when you go to see them. And then they say…”
    â€œThank you very much, Mma,” said Mma Ramotswe firmly. “No, Rra, what is this problem that the hospital has?”
    Tati Monyena sighed. “I wish we had only one problem,” he began. “In fact, we have many problems. All hospitals have problems. Not enough funds. Not enough nurses. Infection control. It would be a very big list if I were to tell you about all our problems. But there is one problem in particular that we decided I needed to ask you about. One very big problem.”
    â€œWhich is?”
    â€œPeople have died in the hospital,” he said.
    Mma Ramotswe caught Mma Makutsi’s eye. She did not want any further remarks from that quarter, and she gave her assistant a severe look. She could imagine what Mma Makutsi might have said to that: that people were always dying in hospitals, and that it was surely no cause for complaint if this happened from time to time. Hospitals were full of sick people, and sick people died if the treatment did not work.
    â€œI am sorry,” said Mma Ramotswe. “I can imagine that the hospital does not like its patients to become late. But, after all, hospitals…”
    â€œOh, we know that we’re going to lose a certain number of patients,” said Tati Monyena quickly. “You can’t avoid that.”
    â€œSo, why would you need my services?” asked Mma Ramotswe.
    Tati Monyena hesitated before he replied. “This will go no further?” he asked. His voice was barely above a whisper.
    â€œThis is a confidential consultation,” Mma Ramotswe reassured him. “It is just between you and me. Nobody else.”
    Tati Monyena looked over his shoulder again. Mma Makutsi was staring at him through her large round glasses and he quickly looked back again.
    â€œMy assistant is bound to secrecy too,” said Mma Ramotswe. “We do not talk about our clients’ affairs.”
    â€œExcept when…,” began Mma Makutsi, but she was cut off by Mma Ramotswe, who raised her voice.
    â€œExcept never,” she said. “Except never.”
    Tati Monyena looked uncomfortable at this display of disagreement and hesitated a moment. But then he continued, “People become late in a hospital for all sorts of reasons. You would be surprised, Mma Ramotswe, at how many patients decide that now that they’ve arrived in hospital it’s time to go…” He pointed up at the ceiling. “To go up there. And then there are those who fall out of bed and those who have a bad reaction to some drug and so on. There are many unfortunate things that happen in a hospital.
    â€œBut then there are those cases where we just don’t know why somebody became late—we just don’t know. There are not many of these cases, but they do happen. Sometimes I think that is because of a broken heart. That is something that you cannot see, you know. The pathologist does a post-mortem and the heart looks fine from outside. But it is broken inside, from some sadness. From being far from home, maybe, and thinking that you will never again see your family, or your cattle. That can break the heart.”
    Mma Ramotswe nodded her agreement at that. She knew about broken hearts, and she understood how they can occur. Her father