I’m a nurse, don’t worry
Natalie and Andy went to Tamale for lunch. It was busy, and umbrellas and wet jackets crammed the entry. It was too noisy to talk while they waited for a table. Once they were seated, they realized they still wouldn’t be able to carry on a conversation.
“Sorry about the noise,” Andy said.
“What?”
“I wish we were in a nice French restaurant that deserved your lovely presence.”
“I’m sorry, Andy, but I can’t make out what you’re saying.”
“It was nothing,” he said, raising his voice.
Natalie felt the weekend was proving disastrous. Felix was now absorbed in his urgent task, and she wouldn’t be able to count on him for anything for who knew how long. She had two deadlines coming up, and now this rain. The noise in the room felt like a projection of the distractio
