Maty, woman of industry, had done the most of it in the days before she left. The tasks that remained to me were minimal. And now I've done. Except for the waiting. Which I am doing now.
Portland, the Rose City, is waiting as well. Heavy winds and rain are on the way. Local news is breathless with it. Typhoon residue, they say. We may lose power.
Everyone is waiting.
In twenty-four hours I'll be waiting in the airport lounge at JFK.
Not long after that, I will be in Dakar --in Senegal --with my wife. And six weeks of waiting will be over.
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