Moments after Esther had left him and he was still at the curb in front of the bank, he saw Aldo emerge from a building across the street, which from its sign and the vehicles parked around it appeared to be the offices of a safari-tour operator. Aldo was conversing heatedly, with his trademark Italian gestures, to a middle-aged man with a logo on his golf shirt.
Harry caught Aldo’s eye, waved, and crossed over.
Aldo’s conversation ended abruptly. He shook the other fellow’s hand firmly and turned to flash his salesman’s grin at Harry.
“Ciao, Harambee!”
“Is that Kenyan for ‘Harry’?”
Aldo chuckled and patted his client on the back. “Let’s just say, a guy with a big heart! How did it go with the lady?”
“I thought you were going to Mombasa today.”
“I am. Joseph will be fetching me in a
