‘Thandi, is that you?’
‘Abigail, Abigail, Abigail,’ Thandi whimpered.
‘What is it, girl? Tell me.’
‘It’s Robert.’
‘What about Robert?’
‘He died.’
‘He died?’
‘There were complications and he died.’
Yudel had seen the expression of disbelief on her face and moved closer. Abigail reached to him for support, finding a sleeve of his jacket and holding onto it. ‘But he was improving,’ she told Thandi.
It seemed that there had always been infection and the improvement had been his body fighting back. It took all his strength, until there was nothing left.
On the trip home and for days afterwards Abigail felt a numbness that went beyond any possibility of emotion. It was only after she arrived home that she was able to think about Robert at all. He had not been hers for a year now, but he was the man who had brought her out of the darkness of a fear that extended to all men. She would probably never again love any man quite the way she had loved Robert. And now he was gone, at the age of forty-three, slaughtered by an assassin who may never be found.
His file still lay on the table next to the telephone, almost untouched. There were not many things Abigail regretted in her life, but not having read Robert’s file immediately was one of them. She knew she would have to give it her attention now, more attention than she had ever given anything.
Since Abigail’s return from exile, she had never even considered leaving the country. Now she had to fight the impulse. No, she thought. This touches me, but it is not the whole country. It’s never the whole country.
Sitting in the darkness of her study with the light switched off, her cellphone signalled that a message had arrived in the voicemail. She lifted the phone to her ear and accepted the message. It was Robert’s voice. It must have been waiting in some digital memory bank on the premises of the service provider and only reached her now. There was no doubt that it was Robert, but it seemed impossible that she could be receiving a message from him. The shock of hearing his voice was too great for her immediately to comprehend the meaning of the words. It had been sent from his phone at two in the morning on the day he died, perhaps in the last hour of his life. She had to play it three times before the words meant anything.
‘Hello, my love.’ His voice was weak and crackling with the effort he was making. ‘Are you still awake?’
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