Missionary Position
“The sun setting at six meant nights stretched long and dark far earlier in July than at home. I heeded Kofi’s advice and rarely went out after dark on my own, either going to the hotel or home for dinner.In between activities, there were infrequent texts with Gerhard. It had been almost a week since his odd response to my joke about everything being a lie. He told me if I knew the truth, he’d have to kill me. Given what little I knew about him, maybe he was a secret agent or spy.Today I wore one of my new maxi skirts from Rebecca. Blue, green, and red colored the pattern of scissors cutting tiny pieces of paper. I instantly loved the fabric when Rebecca showed it to me, exclaiming it reminded me of rock, paper, scissors. Looking down, I smiled at the randomness.Ama’s friend Kai would arrive tonight, and she’d organized a welcome dinner at the restaurant for all of us to meet him. She promised me it wasn’t a set-up, but it smelled like one, walked like one, and quacked like one.To dist...ract myself, I spent an hour at the bookstore near Makola market, wasting time between work and cocktails at Ama’s.MoreLess
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