Forty-TwoAugust was turning into a wet and drab month, and having finally gotten out of the apartment, my uneasiness with the unsettled weather subsided. However, not hearing from Aaron was seemingly also becoming the norm, and that worried me.
Jane had told me that he was back at work, and I told myself he was too busy during the day with his clients and probably too exhausted by night. Around Jane, whom I saw rather frequently, I pretended that my lack of contact with Aaron didn't bother me, but something told me she knew it did. Luckily for me, she said nothing. In any case, we were soon due for another expedition.
With each day that passed, my anticipation grew as our tour date drew near and as I hadn't heard anything different, I suspected nothing had changed in the plans. Finally,
