His musings were interrupted when she asked, “Do you miss her? I mean Doctor Amélie.”He nodded. “I knew you didn’t mean Erica.”Kesi shudder...d theatrically. “That mbwajike!”“Even in Swahili, you owe me a dollar.”She reached into the flap-covered pocket of her flight jacket and pulled out three ones and tried to hand them to him.“What’s this?”“That’s for this time, and the next two times I call Lieutenant Commander Erica bitch Yang, a mbwajike! She’s like some evil Lucy Liu.”He laughed, “And what. She had gently explained that fucking was what she did at work and made those men wear condoms. What she did with him was because she wanted to as friends and was better because she could feel him putting his stuff in there. He was happy with that explanation. He did have another question though, “When those men put their cock in you, does it feel good?” She explained that it did just a little bit most of the time but what she did with him felt really good all of the time. That made him very. She said with indignation ‘So where WERE you?’ ‘I called you – I stuttered’ ‘No you didn’t’ ‘I only agreed to come climbing with you if . . .’ ‘No you didn’t . . . . you sounded more than excited Rachel’ ‘What if that were true?’ ‘Is it true – that’s the truth isn’t it?’ ‘Perhaps.’ ‘Perhaps not . . .’ Anyway, WHY should I take everything off for you here and now when you didn’t write or call?’ What an illogical and tenuous connection to make? Typical of a woman’s mind – I thought Rachel, just. Go and change your pants while I clean it up. Hurry or you’ll be late for school.’ She turned to Peter. ‘You will be able to drop him off, won’t you?’ ‘If the police have finished with me in time I suppose so. If Rebecca is allowed to stay home, why not Timothy?’ ‘He’s much too young to see what is down there and I think that he will only get in the way of the police.’ ‘Alright, I suppose I can drop him off.’ Cynthia busied herself with the making of coffee and toast while Peter made inroads.