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"Lois?" A new voice - loud and deeply masculine - hacked between them.
"Matymbou!" Lois turned and sprinted to the gate. "Is Diddi hurt?"
Matymbou? The chief? What had happened to Diddi to bring the chief here? Clark took a few steps closer to Lois.
"He is fine." The male voice was calm. Raised in volume, but not in emotion.
"I want to speak to him," Lois said.
"No." The reply was cool and crisp with resolve. "You are in quarantine."
"Diddi is my son," she stated firmly.
"He is with Gislane," came the rebuttal.
"Please, Matymbou!" Her voice rose, driven by desperation. "There is no sickness."
"Everything will be fine, Lois." That sounded like at attempt at appeasement.
"Diddi needs his mother." Lois was in no mood to be mollified.
"I'll contact you tomorrow." Clark winced at the palpable finality in Matymbou's words.
"Matymbou!" There was a pause, and then Lois came through the gate, slamming it with such force the post vibrated. "Silly man!"
Corrina.
