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Authors: Nicholas Evans

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Connor nodded at the machete.
‘Hell, I guess you just hack ’em all to pieces. Is that the one you used? Or is that his? I guess you’d need a fair few.’
Whether or not the man holding it understood, he stepped toward them, but Kabugi held out an arm to stop him. Marijke touched Connor on the arm.
‘I think we should go now.’
‘I think she is right,’ Kabugi said.
‘Sure,’ Connor said. He lifted his camera and started to focus, and immediately two of the men came at him. One tried to grab him but Connor lashed out at him and shoved the other away. They started to come at him again but Kabugi shouted and they stopped. Connor adjusted his camera.
‘I mean, hey, seeing as you’re such an upright pillar of society and a hero and all, you surely can’t mind having your picture taken, can you?’
He didn’t wait for an answer, just took the picture. The flash seemed to startle and freeze them and he was able to take two more before Kabugi gave an order and they grabbed Connor’s arms and Marijke’s too and pushed them roughly back toward the tent flap. One of them tried to take his camera but Connor lashed out again and swore at him and was amazed at the effect it had. As he was being pushed through the flap he managed to twist around and take a final picture of Kabugi. The next thing he knew they were sprawling in the dirt outside the front tent, looking up at the amused and puzzled faces of the small crowd that had gathered.
Driving him back to his UN tent, Marijke said he sure knew how to give a girl a good night out. He said he was sorry and then for some reason they both started to laugh and couldn’t stop. The lens and the flash of his camera had been broken. But the body had stayed shut and the film was safe.
He left Goma the next day, hitching a ride to Nairobi on a relief agency plane. As it banked away over Lake Kivu the clouds cleared and Connor craned his neck to look back toward the camps. He watched the sun and shadow chasing each other across the living sea of victims and killers and across the flanks of the volcano smoldering in judgment above. And he thought of what Kabugi had said about truth and wondered if he was right. Maybe there was no such thing.
When he checked into the Norfolk Hotel they handed him the mail they had been keeping for him. He thumbed through it while he followed the boy carrying his bag to the room and found what he was looking for, a white envelope from Missoula, Montana, addressed to him in Julia’s broad, elegant handwriting. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want to open it right away so he showered and washed his hair, sluicing away the smell of death.
And only when he had dried himself and combed his hair and put on some fresh clothes and settled in a chair by the window, with the evening sky glowing pink and orange above the silhouetted palms, did he open it.
There was a letter and a photograph of Julia sitting up and smiling in a hospital bed with Ed perched grinning beside her and the baby wrapped and pink and crumple-faced in her arms.
The letter said that she had been born on the fifth of July, weighing in at seven pounds and twelve ounces. After debate, verging on divorce, they had settled on calling her Amy. Her middle name was to be Constance, which was as near to Connor as they could think of. Julia hoped that was okay. They wanted him, of course, to be the child’s godfather and were going to wait until he next came home to christen her.
20
A
six-figure salary and a fancy new Manhattan lifestyle didn’t seem to have altered Linda Rosner at all. In fact, from the various combinations of black clothes that she had been wearing all weekend, Amy’s newly recruited godmother appeared to be revisiting the Land of the Neo-Gothics. Nor did her lawyerly qualifications seem to have instilled in her any kind of verbal restraint. In church yesterday she had taken one look at Connor and sotto voce to Julia adjudged him as fine a piece of ass as she’d seen in years. The only discernible change was that instead of rolling her own cigarettes, she now bought them ready-made, long and thin but still with licorice paper. She had one dangling from her lips now while she stacked the dishwasher. Across the kitchen Julia was fixing coffee.
The christening, for which Linda had flown in on Friday, had evolved into a weekend party marathon and this was the last lap: Sunday supper for what Ed called ‘Amy’s inner circle - parents real, godly and grand.’ Assembled around the candlelit table outside on the deck were Ed and his parents, Connor and his mother and Julia’s mother, Maria. By the sound of it, they still hadn’t run short of conversation.
Ed’s dad had taken a serious shine to Connor’s mother and all evening had been asking her about her golden days on the rodeo circuit. Susan Tully and Julia’s mom hadn’t stopped talking all weekend. And, since Linda had left the table to help Julia in the kitchen, it sounded as if Ed was at last getting a chance to talk with Connor. Amy was upstairs, asleep in her crib.
‘He doesn’t even have a girlfriend?’ Linda said.
Julia shrugged. ‘Not that I know of.’
‘Why?’
‘I don’t know. Ask him. Tell him you’re available.’
‘Yeah, but the thing is, I wouldn’t be any good at all that outdoors stuff. I don’t do outdoors. I mean, horses? Can you see me and a horse within a hundred yards of each other?’
‘I know what you mean. You’re dropping ash into the dishwasher. ’
‘Babe, it’s a dishwasher.’
‘Put the glasses on the top, you’ll get more in. Anyway, he’s never here. He’s always in Africa or somewhere.’
‘He says he might buy an apartment in New York.’
‘He said that?’
‘Uh-huh. So maybe I wouldn’t have to come out here and play Annie Oakley. I could just be, like, his indoor city squeeze or something.’
‘Excuse me? “Squeeze”?’
‘Or something.’
‘That won’t clean if you put it in that way. Look, let me.
There. You know, he can probably hear every word you’re saying.’
‘I hope. It’ll save time.’
Linda leaned against the divider, smoking her cigarette and sipping a glass of wine, while Julia rearranged the dishes.
‘Well,’ she went on, dropping her voice now. ‘All I can say, babe, is that you sure picked some good genes there.’
Julia gave her a look. When Linda was on this kind of riff, there was no knowing where she might take it.
‘I mean, I tell you, in your shoes, I wouldn’t have bothered with all that clinic shit. I’d have insisted on firsthand delivery.’
‘Linda. That is so out of order.’
Linda held up her hands. ‘I know. I’m sorry. I don’t know what came over me.’
‘I mean. Really.’
There was a pause. The last of the coffee gurgled through the machine and Julia lifted the pot and put it on the tray with the cups.
‘Didn’t you even think about it though? Be honest.’
‘Linda!’
‘Sorry, sorry.’
Julia felt herself blushing and saw Linda register this. She silently cursed herself for being such an open book. On cue, as if to rescue her, Amy started to cry upstairs. Julia asked Linda to take the tray out to the deck and hurried up to the bedroom.
Amy had her own room but had been evicted for the weekend. Only her godparents were staying at the house, Linda in Amy’s room, Connor in the guest room. Everyone else was at the Red Lion in town - all except Connor’s mother, who had to get back to the ranch. Amy’s crib was temporarily parked in the corner of Julia and Ed’s room and as soon as Julia appeared above it the baby stopped crying and gave a burbling, gummy grin.
‘You little monkey. You just wanted company, didn’t you, huh?’
She lifted her out and snuggled her and breathed the wonderful, sweet milky smell of her. She carried her over to the window and stood there in the dark, looking down at the table on the deck where everyone sat talking while Linda poured the coffee. Jim Tully was still locked in conversation with Connor’s mother and Susan was still talking with Julia’s. Connor had moved into Linda’s seat to sit next to Ed who was at the head of the table, telling a story, the candlelight flashing in the lenses of his dark glasses. He wore them nearly all the time now because he didn’t like people to see the way his eyes flickered.
She couldn’t hear what anyone was saying and she found herself staring at Connor. It was exactly a year since they had last seen him. He looked different. He was tanned and his hair, which he wore shorter now, was bleached almost white. But it was more than that. He looked older or maybe it was just more serious or sad. There were lines around his eyes and Julia wondered if this was only from squinting in the African sun or from what he’d had to squint at.
As if hearing her thoughts, he suddenly looked up and even though she had thought herself invisible in the darkness he saw her and smiled. And no one but she saw him do so, just the two of them together in that moment. She smiled back and not for the first time that weekend felt something quicken within her, which, whatever it was, she hastily repressed. And she turned away and sat on the bed and uncovered her breast to feed Amy and soon, in the streaming intimacy, found calm and comfort.
 
Linda had stolen Connor back again and was asking him about his work. And from her voice Ed could picture the expression on her face. Those big gray eyes fixed on him, leaning close, hanging on his every word, going
Reeeally? How fascinating? You diiid? No! Wow, that must be soo dangerous!
As he stood up to go find Julia, Ed couldn’t resist saying:
‘Hey, Linda, you used to do some nude modeling at college, didn’t you? You should get Connor to take some pictures of you.’
‘Edward!’ his mother called from across the table. ‘You’re outrageous.’
‘I know. I have nothing to declare but my outrageousness.
Is she blushing?’
‘As a matter of fact, I am,’ Linda said.
‘Hey! Well, that’s a first.’
He went into the house and called Julia and she answered from upstairs. He found her in their bedroom, trying to settle Amy who sounded as if being settled was about the last thing on earth she had in mind.
‘Did you feed her already?’
‘Yeah. She’s wide awake.’
‘Bring her down.’
‘Do you think?’
‘Yeah, come on. It’s her party after all.’
Ed carried Amy out onto the deck and all the women started oohing and aahing and competing to hold her and Ed said he was going to have to organize some kind of ticketing system. He held Amy’s face to his ear as if she were whispering something to him.
‘Really? Okay, you’re the boss. You know whose knee she says she wants to sit on?’ He started humming the theme tune from
The Godfather
and handed her to Connor.
‘I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse,’ Connor said.
Ed cuffed him over the head, harder than he should have. ‘Hey, pal, that’s my line. If you’re not careful, you’ll be sleeping with the fishes tonight.’
The joke didn’t come out well either. His voice had a harsh edge to it. He found his seat and reached for his wineglass. It wasn’t where he had left it.
‘Hey, did someone move my glass?’
Nobody heard him. He tried not to get annoyed when trivial things like this happened, but that’s how he felt. Maybe it was the wine. He’d had quite a few glasses already. Maybe someone had deliberately removed his glass to stop him having more. It was the kind of thing his mother would do. He asked again, more loudly, and Linda, who had been busy making baby talk with Amy, heard this time and said she had moved it. She apologized and filled it and handed it to him then went right back to talking with Amy and Connor.
Everyone was talking but nobody was talking to him and suddenly he felt isolated and grouchy. It was stupid and unreasonable, he knew. They were all having a great time and he didn’t want to be a party pooper. He sat back in his chair and drained his glass in two gulps.
Linda, with her back to him no doubt, was on his right and Maria was on his left, telling his mother all about her recent vacation in Aruba and how dreadful the food had been. He was very fond of her; she was a sweetheart. But, man, sometimes, did she go on. She could pack more words into a minute than a stockyard auctioneer.
‘All they had was burgers. Burgers, burgers, burgers,’ she was saying. ‘Coke and burgers.’
‘So snort the coke and the burgers taste just fine,’ Ed said.
But Maria didn’t seem to hear. Nor anybody else. Or maybe they thought the joke in such poor taste that they had better pretend not to. What the hell. Ed felt around for the wine bottle, filled his glass again and had another drink.
Suddenly he felt Julia’s arms reaching from behind him around his neck and felt her face nuzzling his. She kissed him on the cheek and asked quietly if he was okay.
‘Me? Yeah, I’m fine. Why, what’s the matter?’
‘Nothing. I just wondered.’
‘Don’t I look fine?’
‘Of course you do.’
‘Then what’s the matter? Why ask?’
‘Nothing. It’s okay. I’m sorry.’
She removed her arms and he could hear her footsteps going away and immediately he felt guilty for being so unpleasant. He heard Connor talking sweetly to Amy and - again he couldn’t help it - but it made him feel . . . what? Angry? Not exactly. More like . . . God, what on earth was the matter with him?
Jealous.
There was no point lying to himself about it. He felt jealous. And to be honest, he’d felt that way all weekend, whenever Connor was around Amy. He resented the fact that Connor could
see
her. And that he could see Julia too. It was insane, Ed knew, but it made him feel excluded, made him feel that Connor somehow had more of them than he did. Even now he could picture Amy sitting happily on Connor’s knee and people looking at them both and knowing that he was her real father. And then glancing over at poor old Ed sitting all alone and getting drunk at the end of the table and thinking,
poor guy, what a pity he couldn’t do it himself; but isn’t it all just lovely?
Well, it wasn’t. He hated himself for feeling this way, but it wasn’t.

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