From Africa Ch 11
Paris, 1955 ‘But I don’t understand… why would he do it?’ I asked Henriette. ‘I can’t tell you, Mon Amie… but we will find out.’ We sat in her living room, staring at a letter that I’d received from my solicitor. I was faced with yet another mystery, Olu seemed to plague my life like nothing else, and I thought that I would lose my mind if I didn’t get to the bottom of things pretty soon. ‘He was supposed to meet me here, months ago… and he never came,’ I lamented. ‘And now, he does this…...