- I stare at Mariam in the distance, phone in hand, and hope that everything will turn out okay for her.
“It’s an email from Chris,” I tell Jo. We’re driving to Naivasha with Fatma and Mariam, both seated in the back engaged in their own catch-up session, and not paying attention to me.
“Are you going to read it?” Jo asks me. I shake my head.
“I haven’t been able to reach him in a week. I don’t want to read it and ruin my weekend.”
“But what if he’s writing to explain why he’s been absent? To tell you he misses you?”
“What’s your point, Jo?” I sigh. “I haven’t heard from him for seven days. I have mailed, texted, called. He hasn’t replied. Isn’t it clear what’s about to happen here?”
“My point is, why are you so negative? Maybe he has a good reason for his silence.”
I bite my lip. Last he told me, he said he was going to the UK to see his daughters. He was also going to the UK where his estranged wife lives. I have an idea what may have happened in the time he’s been away…
“No,” I shake my head. “Please, Jo, let’s just drop this conversation, okay? I’ll let you know what he says when I do finally open the email.”
“Ok then,” she raises an eyebrow at me. Then she turns to the girls in the back. “How are we doing there? We’ll be at our destination in about 20 minutes. I hope you’re all ready to build our tent!”
We all laugh; we’ve done this before. Jo usually takes charge of the situation and because she’s such a perfectionist, ends up putting the tents up all by herself.
“Sure,” Mariam laughs. “By the way, when I told my boyfriend about this trip he insisted on coming. He says you girls are a riot and he would love to spend more time with you,” she laughs.
“And how is your young man?” I ask Mariam.
“He’s great. I left him at home. I hope he knows how to cook himself a good meal. You know he doesn’t eat anything but takeout when I am not around.”