He sort of calmed down. "It's okay," I told him. After watching him teeter on the edge of losing control for a longminute, and wondering if we...were gonna be in an accident on top ofanything else, I asked carefully, "Travis? Can we pull over for aminute?" "Yeah, why?" "Just for a minute," I evaded. He swung into a parking lot and into a space. When he stopped thetruck, I popped my seatbelt off. "Talk." "What ab-" "Travis," I interrupted, "you're worried out of your. She took the coffee pot, but I feared for the toddler. I stood up, and stretched out my arms. ‘Can I take Conjit from you?’ She returned some rapid babbling which I didn’t understand, but I got the message – I picked up Conjit, and sat down, causing an emotionaloutburst from the woman, with patting on the heart accompanied with a continuous flow of sweet-sounding Amharic words. Conjit, only wearing a dirty brown shirt, sat on my lap, looking at me with her large black eyes under her long, long. Her husband was coming down later to join them (I think there was some problem at work which he needed to sort out), but for the time being, it was just the two of them, so I think she was glad of some other people to talk to.One day, my Mum and Dad had gone down to the village to get some postcards, Matt had gone off with Sally somewhere, and I’d been down on the beach, having a swim. After a while, I’d had enough, and came back to the hotel with the plan of grabbing a sun-lounger by the pool.. I frowned. But not Camille. I knew I was naïve. I knew I didn’t have his success, or experience. But I didn’t much care for Peter sucking all the magic out of the process. I wanted my first piece to be strange and special—to maybe even a hurt a little—like losing your virginity. I don’t know how exactly, but I felt it should shift, ever so slightly, something essential inside me; to change the lens on how I saw the world, and the way in which I fit into it.Alright. So maybe you’re really naïve,.