“Back from your little night tour.” The manager hollered at the sight of us. Everyone had gone in except him. “I’ve been waiting to ensure you come back safe and sound.”
I smiled, that was too much care, but he could have come with us if he wanted to ensure our safety, or was I merely being unnecessarily judgmental?
“Thanks, mister,” Alessandro said with a nod and a smile. How little things mattered most to white people. An African would scoff and go his way if the manager had said such to one, but Alessandro thought it was care.
“And you, Sita, did you enjoy the view out there?” his face said it all.
He knew I must have seen the brothel, or maybe, there were more disgusting things waiting in places we didn’t get to. He was just glad that in the end, I realized he was right,
