
Tom sat cross-legged in the corner, next to his pack, winding a piece of duct tape around the frame of his glasses. A candle burned beside him, and Kate sat nearby, with her back against the wall and her knees drawn up, holding a beer bottle on her lap.
“Tom,” I said. “What did you mean, you never paid for your plane ticket?”
He didn’t look up. He tore off another strip of duct tape and carefully wrapped it around his glasses. “Next time I come to Africa I’m going to bring some superglue,” he said. “Life in Africa would be so much easier, if only we had some superglue.”
Excerpted from The Road Builder by Nicholas Hereshenow. Published by The Berkeley Publishing Group, New York, 2001.









