ENGLISHMAN IN BENIN CITY 1982 (Part Thirty-four)

I could not believe my ears.

“You got pregnant from the rape?”

“Yes.”

“How did that happen?” I was making no sense with the question, but the situation was hardly making any sense either.

My throat felt dry. The bottles of palm wine on the table were still unopened.

I had to drink something immediately, I was thinking, or I would suffocate. This Gina was going to kill me.