“Fancy something to eat?” he asked. “There’s quite a good chop bar just up the road. You might even get a can of beer there, if you’re prepared to pay.”
“Give me half an hour,” I begged.
I lay down again, intending just to take a short rest and then get up and shower. When you take an afternoon siesta in Africa it really knocks you out. I dozed off and dreamed I was shoveling snow at home and throwing snowballs at the kids. I was woken by beeping from my wristcom. s**t! I had hidden it somewhere before going out with Boafo and now I couldn’t remember where. By the time I found it the beeping had stopped. There was a message from Bud.
“Crash, where the hell are you? Millicent phoned and said if you don’t get back soon she’s going to divorce you. She’s blaming me for your lengthy absence.
