* * * *
When Tommy casually informed me he was on his way to his next assignment, my heart sank. We’d been through a lot in recent days, and I could understand why enough had been enough and he was leaving me behind.
But then he said, “You’re coming along with me.”
“Where?”
“Africa.”
I had mixed emotions.
On the one hand, the Dark Continent had taken away Charlie, my first love.
On the other hand, it had given me Tommy, who, as far as I was concerned, was destined to be my last love.
So of course I went with him.
* * * *
Once we arrived in Africa, we found that most of Tommy’s time was spent in tracking down greedy, corrupt bureaucrats. While he was out and about, I managed to find ways to keep myself busy.
He assured me on more than one occasion that it was a mission totally without risk, although occasionally he’d come home with bullet holes in his clothes and blood on the knife he carried.