Chapter 15The next morning Sonja was in Stephen Stoke’s Volkswagen Kombi minibus, sitting next to Charles who had taken it upon himself to be her personal safari guide as they drove north through the Kruger National Park.
Sonja put up with Charles touching her, occasionally, to emphasise his points. He would lay a hand on her arm, or call her dear, to punctuate his sentences. He was like a lot of older southern African men she had met during her life. They belonged to an era when gender roles were firmly assigned and a little flirting was considered charming rather than sleazy. If a younger man had carried on the way Charles did she probably would have censored him, but Sonja did not find Charles threatening.
Sonja had told Charles that she had spent part of her teens living in Botswana’
