Chapter 7: Losing a Little “George,” whispered Dawn’s soft feminine voice. George Everhart was fully awake. He had been, ever since he heard Dawn open his bedroom door and crawl onto his bed. She was sitting on her knees beside him and brought her face very close to his as she whispered again, “George, it …
Mother and daughter
The rain came in a drizzle, and in the warm climate of Mombasa did not seem to make him any colder. Still it was uncomfortable with the old sweat of almost two days constant traveling from Kampala, where he had started his journey the morning before. It always amazed him how much dust could settle …