Chapter 22Sartre stirred the cornmeal soup and dipped his bread into it. It wasn’t the best soup recipe he’d tried, but it was hard to deny the welcome and poignant feelings of homecoming by having a Nesan staple. He sipped the hot locally grown herbal tea.
He sipped more soup, then stopped when he heard voices. Sartre jumped out of the chair and walked to the door, closed his eyes, and strained to hear. His mind was irrational for moment, and believed he heard Madsen’s voice. After a few seconds, when he understood it was his sons’ voices, his heart calmed.
Once the door opened, Gunnar and Elnar rushed in to hug him. They stood at an embrace for a while. No one said anything. He wasn’t sure who was the first to cry, but he couldn’t stop the tears of joy. He kissed Gunnar on the cheek, a
