Esther had promised she’d meet him sometime today, and it was all he could think about. He showered quickly, dressed in freshly laundered shorts and a golf shirt, and trundled out across the lawn and into the hotel dining room, where a lavish buffet breakfast could be expected.
And there, sitting at a four-top table, was Esther, dressed in a practical blue pantsuit and a white blouse, sipping coffee demurely across from Aldo, who looked much the international entrepreneur in a tailored linen suit and designer silk tie.
Seeing Harry approach, Aldo decorously pushed his chair back, stood up, and extended a warm hand in greeting, almost as if they were meeting for the first time on a business matter.
“Harry Harambee!” he exclaimed as he gave a knowing wink in Esther’s direction and added,
