Chapter TwoValda slept very little during the night. She was planning what she should do and knew that every detail must be foolproof.
She remembered years ago, when she could not have been more than ten years of age, going into the study in her home and finding her father setting out piles of maps, binoculars, books and implements on the floor.
He was holding a long list in his hand and, as she looked at him in surprise, he said with a smile,
“Come in, Valda, and help me.”
“What are you doing, Papa?” she enquired.
“I am making certain that my journey to Afghanistan is a success,” he answered.
His daughter looked at him questioningly as he went on,
“It is detail that counts when one is exploring. Everything can go wrong and the whole project can be a failure if one does not think ah
