When Sonja is happy she sings. She sings really softly to herself. It is high and short. Quick notes. Cute notes. She moves her head side to side when she sings. When I notice, I look at her and she smiles. She sings a couple bars cute and loud for me. Then she laughs at herself. It is always an unpredictable song. Last time it was Ancient of Days.
The very first time we met Patrick he was wearing a dirty red double XL T-shirt. We took a taxi to Bulenga and got off. We had no idea where we were. Sonja and I looked back and forth at each other. We waited for the other to have an idea-a confidence.