Tubman nods agreement, and Neith watches the two of them move around one another in the small galley kitchen with the ease of long understanding. A short while later, she is eating again. Between the second helping of bacon and the third, she looks around the room and then, looking back, realises that she is looking at love in its natural habitat, and that she hasn’t been in its company for years. Fernweh again, like the sudden recognition of an empty chair.
