Postscript
Meanwhile, somewhere in Africa, on a safari
A group of American tourists are enjoying gin and tonics at the luxury tented camp on the banks of the Okavango Delta in Botswana.
It’s early evening, the perfect time to watch the Big Five coming to drink at the watering hole.
Only, while others are trying to spot elephants and rhino, Birdy has already spotted the prize; his name is Hank and he’s a tech billionaire from Silicon Valley.
Eighty-five and recently widowed, he’s travelling alone.
‘Would you know if there’s an extra blanket? It’s a little chilly.’
Sitting down next to him on the rattan sofa, she gives a little shiver.
‘Please, share mine!’
Thrilled by the company of a good-looking woman, Hank lays it over her legs chivalrously. Up close, she notices Hank has ears the size of an elephant, which seems quite fitting, considering she’s big-game trophy hunting. She smiles widely and holds out her hand.
‘Hi, my name’s Birdy.’