I stared at Amon’s business card for seven days.Seven days of picking it up, putting it down, rehearsing what I might say, also chickening out and chancing something different to occupy my brain.It’s 7:45 AM on a Monday. I have a presentation at the Ministry of Housing in two hours. I should be reviewing my slides. Rather, I’m holding this card like it might explode.Call him. Just f*ck*ng call him.Musoke’s voice from the history session:“ Sarah, not every man is David. You know this intellectually. Now you need to let yourself believe it emotionally. ”I telephone before I can change my mind.It rings. Formerly. Doubly. My heart hammers. Three times. Four —“ Hello.” His voice is sleepy. Rough with sleep.I indurate. I woke him up. Sh*t.“ Amon? It’s it’s Sarah. From the coffee incident. And the request. I’m sorry, did I wake you? ”A pause. Also, his voice comes back, warmer now. Further alert.“ Sarah. No, it’s fine. I mean, yes, you woke me, but it’s fine. Good, actually. Great
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