IT’S THE CHIRPING OF the birds that wake him up. He gets up and makes himself a cup of coffee. He tries to shower off his frustration and sadness, but the water can only remove the dirt and the grime; his aching heart still aches when he steps out of the shower stall. He comes out wrapped in a towel and is surprised to see that Abigail is awake. She smiles and teases him about being way too sexy in the morning.
‘You have clean clothes in the wardrobe.’ They are remnants of their brief liaison the previous winter.
‘We need to discuss Africa,’ she says.
He is tucking his shirt in; she can’t help but think how domestic it all seems.
‘Yeah, that,’ he says in reply.
‘And we need to talk about why you were calling.’
Joshua’s response is to pull her in for a gentle embrace. He kisses the t
