A few days before Christmas, The Foreigner replies to my email about passports, sent ten months earlier. He finally has time to deal with the matter, he says. When does The Child’s Dutch passport expire?
I reply with only a date – too late.
I expect a response that at least gives me some sense of what game he is playing. I look for clues on his website. It’s changed slightly: the banner now proclaims it his personal website, rather than that of him and his wife. Her picture remains, though, on the About Us portion of the site.
But there are no further clues, and my email receives no reply.
A few weeks pass, and I cautiously ask The Child if she ever replied to his email.
No, she says. I’m going to, but I’ve just been too busy.
Riveting