THE MEET UP
Amara smells like soap, wrapped in warmth after her bath.
She smiles a little before saying, “How has your day been so far?”
That’s right, I say. A fine day.
Once Jane’s been paid and the children are asleep, out back Amon and I take a seat. Down beneath us, the city of Kampala glows with tiny blinking lights.
“Thank you,” I say. “For today. For not giving up on us.”
“Never. Even when everything is falling apart, even when you can’t be present — never.”
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