“Sure do.” Manser agreed, “Can’t tighten it up otherwise,”
I grabbed a pen and sketched something like a press stud fitting. “I am the luckiest girl in Harare.” she beamed. Xxnx I gave her the morning off, Msala and Mimi had a wax kit to play with and I wanted Mimi hairless below the chin, hairless and oiled. I went to room 604 and spent the evening melting down gold for my next project. I let them play, the embarrassment was plain but they soon they found a comfortable position and before long Mimi was slurping like a baby, a contented baby. She stood before my big Mahogany desk as I lounged in my big leather swivel chair. The wildlife sanctuary was like a throwback to colonial times, the bungalows all white painted wood with immaculate lawns, and an equally immaculate quadrangle of stables and cages for
