“Basta! Enough!” My husband barks out.
I’m startled by his outburst. He immediately apologises. “Cara, mi dispiace. Darling, I’m sorry. Forgive me, I’m just disappointed. The lawyer said we have to leave South Africa for a month whilst our immigration application is considered.”
We walk along in silence, both of us digesting this unexpected turn of events. Eugenio suggests we sit on a bench under the shade of a large leafy tree. We had both thought it was going to be easy to stay in South Africa.
Above our heads, I watch as an aeroplane climbs into the bright blue sky. “Where do you think that’s going?” I ask.
“I don’t know, but the thought of going back to Italy is very tempting.”
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