He mumbled some other facts of little significance…something about rainfall, malaria, and infant mortality rate...but I couldn’t concentrate over the turbulence and hum of the engines; besides, a snack was being served.
“We lived there for fourteen years; raised our four children there.”
“Incredible.” Heeeere we go, the whole family history. Might as well humor him. We’ll be landing soon, and I’ll be on my way.
I wanted to end this involuntary conversation and return to the real world, my world. I resisted every attempt to be drawn further into his strange world, but my arrogance succumbed to curiosity. I’ll indulge him, for the moment. Humor him. Maybe he’ll tire and take the hint. After all, I‘ve more important things to do, but, to be honest, I couldn’t think of anything in particular.
“So,” I thought I would attempt a bit of humor just to stay on top of the conversation, “you said that you had four children, and that you spent all those years in Africa. I’m assuming you are married to only one wife, right?” I forced an awkward smile. “Just kidding.” Two can play this game.
“Touché,” he responded, smiling as he handed me a small ream of pages.
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