I can’t believe it’s been over a week since I last saw Lutho. Each day last week I expected him to buzz at the gate or even just appear at the door. Robert says I’ve become like a neurotic mother waiting for her son to come home after he moved to another province for his first job. I have to let him go.
It’s been very quiet at the counselling centre so far but Mondays are seldom busy. I suspect that the members of the church who come to Sunday services get enough of a spirit...