At the fourth and fifth paths, Adobea could speak no longer. She had mufflers all over her neck and her steps were measured. Gaither, because of the cold in Rome, could bear it a little longer.
“We must go down quickly,” said Adobea. “I can’t stand the cold any longer.”
“I’ll keep you warm. I’ll set up a fire.”
“Be careful with that, Gaither.”
“Don’t worry. I’m very much experienced in that.”
“I’m still worried about how it’s going to turn out with the gusts of wind coming up against us.” Gaither set up a fireplace to keep her warm.
“You don’t go out often, my lady. Or do you? Correct me if I’m wrong.”
“I do. I’ve been going to visit Aboagye.” Adobea covered her mouth as soon as she said that.
“It’s okay. Do you love him?”
“It depends on what you understand by love.”
“But you thi
