In Knight & Deigh, Hannice Knight suffered a back injury that left him without the use of his legs. Sophie Deigh, physiotherapist and recent widow, devoted herself to supporting him.
As Hannice’s body recovered, he became ever closer to Sophie, and soon they found themselves in a relationship they had neither anticipated nor intended, and for which neither was fully prepared.
A bump in the Knight followed Hannice as he juggled business, hedonism, marriage and ultimately parenthood.
Knight after Knight is the third and final part of the Hannice Knight story. Starting after the marriage of Hannice and Sophie’s only son, David to Jess, the only child of Jason and Noelani Reeves of Hawaii, it traces the Knight family’s progression through the generations.
Knight after Knight. Chapter four, part four.
Lindy updated me on the progress of Knight Investments (Africa) and Holy Island Services. We also spoke about the progress being made by Knight Global Investments in India. Although he wasn’t directly involved in that operation, they had retained him as a consultant. Sadly, from his point of view, his interactions with them were by phone, so he hadn’t yet enjoyed a trip to India.
Whilst we were in the midst of that conversation, his phone rang.
“May I?” he asked.
“Of course,” I said. It was his office, after all, and the call would doubtless be something to do with the business – all of which put money in my pocket.
“Knight Trading, LJ Aldredge speaking,” he answered, “one second, please.” He handed me the phone and mouthed ‘David’.
“Hi, David,” I said, “how are you doing?”
“Okay,” he said, “but I could do with a bit of advice. Well, more a decision than advice, really.”
“Your man Pepu…”
“What about him?”
“He took the limo for its MOT test yesterday…”
“And it failed?”
“Yes. There’s a list of faults. Pepu says the garage don’t think it’s worth doing all the work needed.”
“Have you spoken to the garage?”
“Not yet. I’ve looked at the fail sheet and it’s going to be expensive to get it up to scratch.”
“So what do you want to do?”
“I’m not sure, Dad. It seems a shame to throw away a perfectly good car.”
“I can’t see how it’s perfectly good if it can’t get through its MOT without spending a fortune on it.”
“So what should I do?”
“David. Before I left, I said you have the helm. If the biggest decision you have to make is whether to replace an ageing limo, you’ll have had a very cushy ride.”
“I know, but…”
“You decide what you want to do, then do it.”
“Do you want me to call you to tell you what I’ve decided?”
“No. Call me and tell me what you’ve done. After you’ve done it.” I replaced the receiver.
“Bit harsh, Boss?” Lindy asked.
“Maybe, but sometimes you have to take the safety net away. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?”
“What if he buys a car that you think is totally unsuitable?”
“I’ll make it his, then buy one that I like. The old limo has done thirty years service. It’s been held together with gaffer-tape, so to speak, for five or six years. It’s had its day and is overdue for replacement. I’m rather looking forward to having a new one, either long-range electric or hybrid, with all the latest gadgets and driving aids. God, these new ones practically drive themselves.”
“Some of them do, Boss.”
“I’m not ready for that yet,” I said, laughing, “are you?”
“Boss, you know what driving in Dar is like. Can you seriously see a driverless car surviving on these streets without at least needing the automotive equivalent of therapy?”
“Agreed. But AI is constantly advancing, and the day will come when the majority of vehicles on the road will be driverless. Having said that, I’m as glad as hell that I won’t be around to experience it!”
“Say you don’t know, boss.”
Laughter in the corridor indicated that the ladies had returned from their lunch.
“What’s the joke?” I asked as I left Lindy’s office.
“Our little group has a name,” Sophie said, tears streaming down her face, “tell him, Kanene.”
“Wanawake ambao chakula cha mchana,” Kanene said, laughing.
Max looked at me and said, “I think we’ll stick with ‘Ladies who lunch’!”