“A series of conciliatory Eritrean murmurs followed it. The door opened and Henry was there, sketch pad and charcoals in his right hand and around his waist his belt, which was also a wallet, made of bright scarlet fabric, the sort of item a mountaineer or skier might use. I could see Moka’s face, too, weaving about with anxiety in the corridor. Henry was saying, “Just hear me out. I’m not going to have fucking guns pointed at me, and I’m not going to be nursemaided.” Moka tried to conciliate hi...m with gentling movements of the hands. “Don’t you think,” Henry asked, “it’s a reasonable enough initiative to want to go up the goddam hill and see the valley from a height? So that’s what I do. And some fucking goatherd comes jabbing at me with a fucking grenade launcher. I come here and get treated like a fucking trespasser!” Henry’s voice reached hysteric pitch and I got up, thinking I might have to stop him from hitting Moka. He threw his sketch pad and box of charcoals onto the stone floor, dropped the belt-wallet from around his waist, walked to the shuttered window of the room, and jerked the shutters wide.MoreLessRead More Read Less
You can download books for free in various formats, such as epub, pdf, azw, mobi, txt and others on book networks site. Additionally, the entire text is available for online reading through our e-reader. Our site is not responsible for the performance of third-party products (sites).
User Reviews: