A Well-Guarded Apartment in Port-Au-Prince, Haiti, Sunday Morning
Last night had been terribly busy: first Peter'd arrived well into the afternoon, then he'd been swept down to his new lodgings, asked to put on a suit (which he had) and have an audience with the president followed by a more informal chat with the prime minister, Mr. LeBon, who had asked him here.
He'd collapsed in bed very late, still a little dazzled by adrenaline and recognition. He had only just managed to catch three, maybe for hours of sleep.
Now Peter was sitting back up on his bed, rubbing at his hands. His parents would be taking a different route to a different safehouse elsewhere on the island: they wouldn't land for another few hours.
He was restless. And he'd already checked in on all of his sources; there was nothing left to do.
Well. Besides one thing.
I apologize for my silence these past few days. Life has been hectic, as I'm sure you'll understand.
I've brokered a deal with some friends. For the foreseeable future, I will be living and laboring on the island of Haiti, a nation whose government has guaranteed me protection for as long as I need it. I will be acting as consultant to the government in what will hopefully turn out to be a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Yes, Topher. That means I'm fine.
My situation should be stable for now. I hope this term's new students haven't brought any trauma to anyone on this list.
Peter wasn't sure why he was even writing these emails anymore. He imagined they'd forget about him soon enough, and he had plenty enough to do that he'd forget about them, too.
He still clicked send, though.
[[ open for emails and phone calls! woo. ]]
He'd collapsed in bed very late, still a little dazzled by adrenaline and recognition. He had only just managed to catch three, maybe for hours of sleep.
Now Peter was sitting back up on his bed, rubbing at his hands. His parents would be taking a different route to a different safehouse elsewhere on the island: they wouldn't land for another few hours.
He was restless. And he'd already checked in on all of his sources; there was nothing left to do.
Well. Besides one thing.
I apologize for my silence these past few days. Life has been hectic, as I'm sure you'll understand.
I've brokered a deal with some friends. For the foreseeable future, I will be living and laboring on the island of Haiti, a nation whose government has guaranteed me protection for as long as I need it. I will be acting as consultant to the government in what will hopefully turn out to be a mutually beneficial arrangement.
Yes, Topher. That means I'm fine.
My situation should be stable for now. I hope this term's new students haven't brought any trauma to anyone on this list.
Peter wasn't sure why he was even writing these emails anymore. He imagined they'd forget about him soon enough, and he had plenty enough to do that he'd forget about them, too.
He still clicked send, though.
[[ open for emails and phone calls! woo. ]]