At this stage, I have to explain what brought me to be meeting Jen in Mwanza. Follow me along this side road for a moment. It began with frigid days on Summers, when Jen, her sister Katie and I would wait for the bus, wishing for a heated bus shelter. Jen (a few years older than me) may have been my babysitter along the way, but that’s a rather embarrassing detail which I choose to omit from the story. A few years later, after watching their dog when the family went on a college visit with Jen, I received a t-shirt from them, advertising a previously unknown-to-me school: the University of Dayton. As the Lords of Coincidence (not quite as strong as the Fates but similar) have it, Jen, Katie and I would each spend four
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