At the end of the day

In the early 2000s, my cousin Francis was headmaster of a large private boys school in Kenya. Although we were thick as thieves as boys, we hadn’t seen each other for years, so when I had to make a business trip to Nairobi, we arranged to put that right.

To make the most of our limited time together, Francis had suggested that I take a cab and call for him at the school at the end of the day, and he would drive me back to my hotel at the end of the evening.

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