All Chapters of Just for two weeks: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Dear Jason, How could you possibly think that you were boring me? I want lots of emails and even longer ones, but make it less polite and formal next time. Tell me how much you've been missing me and how much you dream of me - otherwise I'll start wondering what you're up to with those northern lasses! I do wish you are here. The weather is beautiful warm, just as you would like it, and we spend most of our time outdoors. Most days I circle to the near by town of Beaulieu to outdoor Market where we buy fresh breads, pastries and smelly cheeses (I know you are not a fan but just wait till you come). In the afternoons I visit the local café and sip my café-au-lait, while fending off all the French men (ha ha!), And I gaze across the Côte d' Azur and dream of you. And in between these dreams, I've been reading the books you suggested, I also have a few suggestions. I've also corrected one or two grammatical errors - you'll see them marked in red. Well done and très bien! Reading

Lola and Jason shared a stuffy railway carriage back, just the two of them - he sitting on one side, and she on the other, silent. Jason tried to start a conversation by joking about the wedding and the drama that transpired, but Lola wouldn't be moved. "And that crazy woman," Jason added, in a final attempt to coax Lola into talking. Really, he felt sorry for Joyce and ashamed of the way he had avoided her, but he couldn't have risked anything more going wrong in front of Lola things were bad already. "Lola you've been silent all afternoon; surely it's not just because of the wedding?" "I'm fine," she answered coldly. "No, you're not." "Yes, I am." Jason watched as she continued to stare out of the window, occasionally combing her hair with her fingers. "Of course something's wrong.""Well why don't you tell me then, Jason?" She said, turned to glare at him."Tell you what?""Tell me what this wedding was, for you?"How?""Well, let's start with how you were with

it was becoming so clear and hard to ignore that Lola had been busy for quite awhile. Her health didn't matter much, Now. You could tell from her face that she was finally, for once becoming happy with Jason, while Steve lurked around her Mother she wasn't going to let Lola go against her choices, Steve can be gone and forgotten regarding Lola's relationship but she wasn't going to let her have the satisfaction of knowing that she Let her go, easily. It came as a surprise (or rather shock) when Jason received the invitation from Mrs Xell to have a talk with the orphan she sponsored in school. Could it be that she is trying to pass a message across to Jason by sending him an invitation to see the kids?. Jason gave many talks and made news headlines, often to schools, and sometimes in press conferences, but this request was the most important thus far. Not only because of his reputation. But principally because the invitation came from Lola's mother and it couldn't have come at a better

SOME YEARS LATER"Put your head down. In Wolof we say Segel," Garcia explained. "Tennel se bop," Lola said, lowering her head so that Garcia could braid her hair at the back. Garcia started tightly at the scalp, and within seconds Lola could feel her fingers flying down the strand of her hair. "Tennel se bop," Garcia repeated. Fastening the braid with a small white bead. "Alors, now let's hear the days of the week."Lola smiled. Garcia was determined to teach her Wolof, and she felt grateful. She had learnt more Wolof with Garcia in a month than in her whole first year in Dakar."Altine, Talaata, Allarba, Alxames," she began, stopping on the way for Thursday. "Non. Regarde!" Garcia held the braid she was plaiting with one hand and bent over to show her how to position her lips. 'Ce n'est pas difficile," she insisted, pointing to her throat with the comb.Lola listened carefully. To her ears, it sounded like "Allah may." "Alxames," she tried again and started to laugh. "It's

The one o'clock gong sounded, and Jason led both families to the long table where waiters in white suits and red cummerbunds were serving the guests white basmati rice and brightly yellow curry. It was then self-service from a line of silver trays, each with its own condiments - shredded coconut, green pickles, purple onion rings, sultans, tangerine segments, sliced banana, and tomato. Soft white rolls were brought to the table with shavings of butter floating in ice water to keep them from melting. "You know there's going to be a coup soon," Abdul announced when everyone was seated."But until the BBC says so, it's all a rumor," Jason asserted, smiling to himself at this unconscious borrowing from his father. Jason had wondered then whether his father really believed that the first accurate news would come from the BBC, or whether he had made the announcement to distract the men from their anxieties. "We just need a strong ruler, Abdul broke into Jason's thought. "Someone who c