Chapter 13Rheza drove out of the Grand Hotel’s parking lot. She was angry, frustrated and sad all at once. Madame Kartz and this Chantal Gauthier woman were more than she could handle at the moment.
When they had received the letter from James Flaubert, saying Madame Kartz was coming to Bamako, her uncle Amadou Savoi told her he would stay unseen for a while, “to think things over.”
Although she knew very well that her uncle had accepted a salary he didn’t really deserve for the amount of work they had done, she had benefited from their venture in many ways. This car, for one thing, it didn’t belong to her personally, but she had been driving it for months now. It was her car. In fact, there was too much to sacrifice for her or for her uncle to slip-up now. They would lose everything.
