Despite the rainfall Section 86 is still shallow
“Have you got your lights on?” Nsansa asked pointedly as she corrected his blinking indicator.
“Ye-ees,” Vernon replied.
How far was Edinburgh? The spray from the lorries cast the roadscape in a cold steely grey, matching his mood. He needed to get on with Nsansa on this trip but his head was spinning with thoughts about Thailand and Zambia, Bahts and Kwatcha. As the miles rolled by and conversation waned, he glanced at Nsansa beside him and could see that she was absorbed with a job supplement. Not much chance of conversing about things right now. Later, as the rolling hills of Yorkshire slid past in the murky rain Vernon felt his emotions slide beneath the waves of numb resignation. He wondered in fact whether his real gripe was that she was not begging him to stay and Thailand was not begging him to accept. Surely he wasn’t that shallow.
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