Before the Knife by Carolyn Slaughter
I was going to say that my first memory of our life in Africa was at Riley’s Hotel in Maun, at the top of Botswana, on the edge of the Okavango Delta. But that isn’t so. It’s just that I tend to skip over the first place we lived in, as if I’m still trying to forget it the way I did then. That way, for a short while, it can seem, just like the first time, somehow, not to have happened at all.