The tuk-tuk driver knew the street and the house. Harry didn’t feel safe on a boda boda, and taking a taxi for a distance of a couple of miles seemed extravagant. Joseph was off with Aldo somewhere and unavailable. It wasn’t that Harry couldn’t afford the fare. He just didn’t want to be seen arriving at her house like some aristo colonialist riding in the back seat of a chauffeured sedan.
All the roads off the highway were dirt but far more passable than the track leading up to Skebelsky’s. Matatus and service vehicles needed to use these roads routinely, and obstacles would serve no purpose. There was a wall, but its stone was ancient, there was no razor wire, and the masonry enclosed the entire neighborhood rather than a single grand residence.
The house was built of mortared, rough-he
