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Jed’s mind was still racing with questions as they pulled up, at last, outside the Mana Pools National Park headquarters building. It was single storey, L-shaped, with the two arms linked by a shady verandah. The building was painted the same uniform olive-green as the permit office at Marongora and the structures at the two checkpoints they had passed through on their way in.
Christine was waiting in the shade of a spreading Natal mahogany tree, sitting in her Land Rover with the door open. She climbed out and walked over to Jed and Moses.
‘You going to stay mad at me forever?’ she asked, trying a smile.
Jed had fumed all the way for the rest of the drive into the park, barely distracted by Moses’s running commentary on the wildlife and vegetation. Chris had held back important inf
