Waweru lost his patience. He got up from his chair and stormed out, slamming the door behind him, although symbolically. Loud door slamming was prohibited in Tim Tutts' office, and everyone respected this rule.
"The boy seems a little upset", commented Curly, who had witnessed the whole scene but without stopping from pounding the keys of her Underwood. "But you, dear boss, sometimes you are a little rude. It don't help none the harmony of this office to make comments in bad taste" she added, with trembling voice, returning to her typing.
"Curly, Curly", responded Tutts, submerged once again in his book. "You are the most attractive girl when youíre mad; but when youíre quiet, youíre sublime."
A sudden noise from the machine made him smile with sadistic pleasure. The typing error that Curly had just made must have been enormous. He looked joyfully at the black angel face of his secretary, going red from ear to ear. He became engrossed in his reading once again, ignoring the rest of the world until he heard a soft ´until tomorrowª from Curly. The empty office was by now dimly lit by the beautiful and bright late afternoon Nairobi sunset. Tutts thought:"The devils gotten hold of that journalist Kuma!"
He decided it was the time to make some phone calls, of course without any connection with that damned lynching. They were broke, so he had to do something.

 

 

Translated by Ian Malcolm Scott