Rebecca was ill at ease as she switched focus from the clock to the door and back again to the clock. She could not sit still and in one position. She crossed her legs, uncrossed them; folded her hands, unfolded them; put them under her chin, placed them on her lap... until Chief could no longer ignore her.

"Woman, calm down!", he scolded.

"I'm calm na, Chief," she grumbled, shifting to yet another position. He simply shook his head and leaned back on the sofa.

"When will they come na?", Rebecca murmured, looking at the clock for the upteenth time.

"They said ten. Is it ten yet?"

"It's almost ten...