CHAPTER 25SMALL, SMALL TING
It was late in the afternoon when I awoke. Ku had carefully placed the mosquito netting over the bed.
“No sickness, boss. Ya no wan sickness.”
I agreed. I had fallen in bed with my clothes on and, apparently, Ku had removed my shoes.
“I coo big supper for ya, boss. Ya eat notting all day.”
“Could you get me a beer, Ku?”
“Yes boss. Mr. Andre call. He ha work for ya tomorra, say ya to be at de airport by eight.”
“Did he say what it’s about?”
“No boss, only dat ya shou come.”
I went through my mail. There was a letter from my dad telling me that everything was all right at home, and that whenever I was ready to return just let him know. There was also a letter from Jenny telling me that she was coming to Monrovia and would be here in two weeks. I was glad
