Hon hade mumlade orden utan att inse, så oavsiktligt som hon hade sagt meddirektör. Det var en oroande möjlighet: om man började säga vad man tänkte, kunde resultaten vara mycket pinsamma. Hon kanske tänker, åh, det går MMA Makutsi igen och klingar om de vanliga sakerna, och skulle hon säga det, konsekvenserna skulle vara besvärliga. Det skulle finnas alla möjliga missförstånd ... eller skulle de vara missförstånd alls? Sanningen skulle bryta ut, snarare som att solen kommer ut bakom ett moln, och vi skulle alla förstå varandra helt bra, för vi skulle veta vad vi tänkte på varandra.

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(She had muttered the words without realising, as unintentionally as she had said co-director. It was a worrying prospect: if one started to say what one was thinking, the results could be very embarrassing. She might think, Oh, there goes Mma Makutsi again-sounding off about the usual things, and were she to say that, the consequences would be awkward. There would be all sorts of misunderstandings … or would they be misunderstandings at all? Truth would break out, rather like the sun coming out from behind a cloud, and we would all understand one another perfectly well, because we would know what we thought of each other.)