CHAPTER 17SHEENERY MON
Monday morning came and it was time to meet Andre. I drove over to his hangar, which also housed his office. It was good to see Paterson walking out of the hangar toward me.
“Hey boss!” he said. We shook hands in the Liberian manner.
“How are things going, Paterson?”
“I started work yesterday. It good to have a job, suh. Yes indeed.”
“What do you think of Andre?”
He hesitated for a moment. “He is a man of few words, sir, a man of few words. Well, it’s good to see you suh. We will be working together again. Dat is good.” Paterson extended his hand once again. We shook and I watched as he walked away. A man of few words probably meant the same thing in Liberia as it did in the US—someone who knew where he was going, knew what he wanted, and what to expect.
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