CHAPTER 7PRESIDENT TUBMAN
I landed about an hour before dark and tied the airplane down. I turned in my trip report and drove back to the guest house dead tired. There was a letter from Jenny in my box. Jenny was a good correspondent and had written regularly. I had written occasionally, but I had to admit, not often. I was immediately overcome with a feeling of both guilt and joy. Guilt because I had to admit to myself that I hadn’t thought a lot about Jenny since I arrived and joy, of course, from hearing from her. I opened it in my room and sat down at the small desk to read it.
Darling Kenneth,
It’s been forever since I last saw you. But I can fully understand why you haven’t had time to write—I’ve been busy too. I did some research on Liberia and realize that you must be knee-deep
