Loïc“My love for London is infinite, yet it manages to grow deeper every day.”
—Loïc Berkeley
I grin as London presses her face into my chest to block out the smell of the bus. She tells me that the ride down to Lindi the first time with Abdu was so much more pleasant, pee break and all. Being surrounded by some BO is nothing. I’ve spent weeks out in the field with a group of dudes. I’m accustomed to the smell.
I have to wonder how London plans to live here for the next six months. The way of life here is way out of her comfort zone, yet she insists on staying here until the adoption is final.
My little girl is growing up.
I’m nervous as hell to meet this baby. I’m all for adoption, and if this makes London happy, I’m an even bigger fan of the idea. But, at the same time, she is just
