and sighed with pleasure. “Okay, what’s up?” she asked.
“Father Christopher just called.”
“Father Christopher?”
“Oh. Didn’t I mention? He’s a priest—a very old friend—who has a mission in the Lake Magadi region. He works with the Masai people.” Mama Joe paused for a second and took a sip of her own coffee. “A woman in their area just went into labor. She has already lost two infants at birth, and so Father Chris wants us to help with the delivery rather than relying on the village midwives.”
Leslie nodded. “That makes sense. Where’s Lake Magadi?”
“It’s not far. Only about seventy or eighty miles.”
Leslie sipped her coffee. If the woman was in early labor, they should have plenty of time to travel eighty miles. “Sure. When do we leave?”
“Er...well, that’s the thing. It won’t be us—it’ll be you.”
Leslie’s cup stopped halfway to her mouth. “What?”
“Honey, I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ve worked with you for two weeks now. You’ve delivered four babies during that time, and I know you can do this.” Mama Joe took a bite of toast, then added, “Besides, I haven’t started packing.”
“But...”
“It’ll be over before you know it. Just a quick flight down and—”
“Flight?” Leslie set her cup down with a start. “But if it’s only eighty miles...”
“The road in that direction is terrible, so driving is out. I’ve already talked to Ben. It’s all set. You need to meet him at the airstrip in about half an hour.”
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