The grasslands were pale brown, seared by theblack frosts of winter, the red earth gouged open with dongas of erosionand divided into geometrical camps with barbed-wire. Shasa must decide where his truehome is, and if it is across the sea, then he must not count on myassistance. What is that, oh child with a white face who claims my paternity? Adiamond, my black father. She felt quite breathless as she hovered beside the bed and studied hisfeatures.
There was a curt doubletap of acknowledgement from the Windhoek station as the message ended,and Lothar let the earphone Oh Blaine, she sobbed. Go home, whitey, one of the gang members shouted in her face. 'Here sheis, Grandpater! Special delivery! Shasa grinned at Garry Courtney, whoseparated them firmly and fondly.
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