They stared at the herbalist in surprise, and Rami felt a little fearful. The whole situation was creepy. “Have a seat,” the herbalist told them, gesturing at the seats in front of her desk. Her office was like any executive’s office, with the exception of several plants around the room and some carved wooden figurines on her desk. It was a large room that could easily host a meeting of ten. The three of them sat, the girls a little …
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Rami couldn’t help but notice that he hadn’t sounded drunk during most of their conversation. He sounded normal in a way that she had never witnessed since she met him. In fact, she had never thought …
Rami stared at Peter, doubting what her ears had just heard. “Did you just say blood sacrifice?” Lilian asked. Peter gulped more water. “That is the only thing that makes sense. He was acting suspicious after …
Lilian was back in ten minutes, and they both waited anxiously for Peter to arrive. Time was crawling too slowly for Rami. Twenty minutes had never felt so long. They didn’t speak as they monitored the …
“Mom, are you saying that you didn’t identify Aba’s body yourself?” Rami asked her mother. There were a few seconds of silence, and then she responded, “We agreed not to tell anyone. They did it for …
Thirty minutes later, Rami was on her way back home. Nobody had been able to tell her anything new. The only intriguing piece of information was the one Seth had given her. Before she fell asleep …
Rama looked nervous again when she asked Nafisa, “You want to tell her everything, then? All of it?” Nafisa nodded. “I do. The time feels right.” I wondered what other disclosure would have Rama so anxious …
I was still reeling when Nafisa inevitably found me in her garden twenty minutes later. She sat beside me on the bench – the one we had brought from our old garden – for a few …
At one point, in the evening of the day of the funeral, when most of the guests had left and only mostly family remained, lounging in the sitting room with their 4th or 5th bottle of …
My teacher came as promised. She was a young woman in her early twenties called Miss Jenny, and although she was very sweet and patient, it was rough at first. I couldn’t grasp what she was …
“Why is everyone afraid of you?” I asked again, drawing their attention. “You weren’t,” she hedged. “You kept bothering me until I gave in.” I laughed. “That is why I don’t understand. You have good energy.” …