Chapter 36
Suicide month had come and gone. It was the ides of March, and by now Harry and Esther were settled into their apartment at the beach. They’d had no eventful news from Aldo, who was still away and barred from returning, and the Harambee project seemed to be at a standstill. When Harry wasn’t enjoying being lazy, he still worked on the business plan.
He was looking out the living-room window, the one that faced east and the unimaginable expanse of the Indian Ocean. He’d been a while in Kenya before he realized how inadequate were his notions of the geography of this part of the world. He had imagined that, if he sailed due east from here, he’d end up somewhere on the Saudi Arabian peninsula. No, that was hundreds of miles to the north. Or, the tip of India. Also to the north, n
