SERA
“Vivienne is on the next flight.”
James said it from the kitchen doorway at seven forty-three with the quality of someone carrying news that was the right kind and knew it.
Sera looked up from the institute documents she had been organizing, the procedural work the body needed after a significant day while the mind caught up with what had actually occurred.
“She booked it before the vote,” Sera said.
“Yes. She told me this morning. If the bill passed she would be on the next available flight regardless of the fellowship schedule. She has the flexibility built in.” He came into the kitchen and sat across from her. “She lands Thursday.”
“She knew,” Sera said.
“She read the submission from Ghana and the committee record and the amended bill three times and told me there was no ver
