“Me glad you come here.” Thomas had to lean in close to make himself heard over the beat of the drums. “Me glad, too,” said Rachel. “Me never hope . . . me did not imagine it. You, here. It seem impossible. So . . . me glad.” Of all the words he had spoken to her since their first reunion, this speech—quiet, fragmented, his voice cracking a little at the end—moved her the most.
