For the Scatterlings and Orphanages Africander Fiction Challenge by
ludditerobot .
For all previous parts, go here.
Continued from Part 15.
Just as my despair ratcheted up another notch, I heard the sound of a motor engine approach and the crunch of tires in the courtyard outside.
Mr. Harris had arrived.
( I told you before...No one here is entirely what they appear. If I surprised you, all the better... )