Chapter 37
Most stunning was the day when a van pulled into the car park of Beachfront, and a load of familiar faces popped out. Gabriel, Bea, and Mary. Harry had been doing backstrokes in the pool, gazing up blissfully at the summer sun, and here came a new group of tourists. Only they were his old friends.
“You have visitors, Papa,” the groundsman Nico called out to him.
Harry was climbing out from the pool when Gabriel addressed him. “Papa Harambee! Mr. McAdie has dismissed us. We come here to serve you!”
Gabriel explained that, responding to the pandemic, the old man had locked up his compound and flown back to Scotland. Harry guessed the old fellow would have had to pull strings and pay dearly to book the flight.
Harry choked up, thinking it was beyond presumptuous that this crew
