As they drove back to his house in a village a few miles from theirs, Vernon described Nsansa to Daniel and Pippa. He explained how they’d met online, her job and their shared interests. As he did so Vernon felt a sense of vertigo; as if negotiating a slack tightrope he struggled with his usual sense of doubt that any of his children cared much about his domestic arrangements or personal wellbeing.
“…perhaps we’ll go take a look at the Devil’s Dyke seeing as it’s a nice day.” The Devil’s Dyke was a cheaper option than any high wire outward-bound activity.
The children said nothing and Vernon faltered on his own high wire. At least Daniel was not given to smutty innuendos like Uri.
“How old is she?” Pippa finally said, as if she had lifted the lid on an internal conversation that had obscured all he’d been saying.
“Who?” asked Vernon still thinking about the lurid woman Uri might conjure up.
“Dad… Nsansa of course. Is she the same age as Lindsay?”
Vernon explained that she was not and went on to explain that she was Zambian…
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