Bachiller

when janet came home from work on a hot day in august she picked up the mail. "bills ,bills ,bills," she thought. then she saw a blue envelope. she looked at the postmark. "who is writing to me from scotland?" she wondered and she opened the letter and started to read

dear janet
i hope you stil live at the same address. this is donald mckinnon. i hope you remember me and the brilliant timewe had when we were skiing in switzerland all those years ago. i often think of you and the time we spent together . i want to ask you favour. can i invite you to come to my house in scotland on the last weekend of september? i don't know how busy you are, but i really hope that you can come. please write to me and let me know.
love,
donald

janet put the letter on the table and sat down . ofcourse she remembered donald and their holiday in switzerland. they were in love and everything seemed perfec

after that holiday she moved to london to work and donald stayed in scotland. they wrote to each other for a while but after a few months they broke up
"donald mckinnon ..." she thought " i wonder what he's doing now."
then she looked at her calendar. "the last weekend inseptember, why not?" she thought. "i'll send him an email straight away." she checked the letter but there was no email address or phone number. so she sat down and wrote to donald just like all those years ago... before she went to scotland janet bought a present for donald. it was a small silver elephant. she got it in an african shop . janet remembered that donald loved africa. he always said thathe wanted to go there one day.

she was excited on saturday as she went to the airport. she flew to edinburgh and then she hired a car at the airport when she arrived the village where donald lived was nearly an hour from the airport. when she arrived at the house the door was open but there was nobody there. there was a note for janet on the table in the hall. it said:
"make yourselfcomfortable. your bedroom is the first room on the left upstairs. dinner is at seven-thirty. see you then, D."

janet left her things in her room and then she went out for a walk. the village was small but it was full of people. there was a market in the square and the darmers were buying and selling their sheep.janet went for a coffee. when she was leaving the cafe it was raining . a man offered to sharehis umbrella with her. but when she said she was going to donald mckinnon's house he excused himself and hurried away. janet walked home in the rain. "what's wrong with donald's house? she wondered.

back at donald's house she had a shower and changed her clothes. it was nearly time for dinner and she was looking forward to seeing donald again.
when she went downstairs he was waiting for her.he gave her a big hug and thanked her for coming. janet looked at donald. there was something different about him but she couldn't work out what it was. janet suddenly thought: "i know-donald is very sad."

they went into the dining room. the tabe was set and full of lovely food. as they ate janet talked about london, her friends and her work. donald just talked about their holiday inswitzerland. "those were the best days of my life," he said. when she asked him about his life now donald didn't speak for a long time. the he told her that he lived in africa for five years.

"there is one thing i must tell you," he sais. "i had a friend in botswana called jobe musowe and he often invited me to his house. there was a beautiful wooden mask in his living room. the mask was veryimportant to jobe's family. he said it brought them luck. i loved the mask and i really wanted to have it. but of couerse i couldn' t ask my friend to sell in to me" donald stopped. he was very white in the face.

after a while donald went on. "one day i took a photo of the mask and i gave it to a man who made wooden masks. i asked him to make a copy of the mask in the photo. when it was finished...