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“Hello, honey, you are up already and haven’t called.”
“Hi, sweetie, I didn’t want to get you up this early; how are you?”
“I’m good. I miss you.”
“Sweetie, I was only gone for two days. What are you going to do if I’m gone
for a month or so?”
“Where do you have to go for a month?” she asks, and he feels her panic.
“I don’t, I’m just asking. What are you going to do if I’m to go for a month
someplace?”
“I don’t know. If that happens, we’ll see. When am I going to see you?”
“Later on this afternoon or evening. I’ll call you as soon as I’m free.”
“Alright. I love you.”
He returns to the path and carries on with his walk. His mind goes to
Ibrahim. Hakim cannot stop being amazed by his uncle’s decision to trust him
with all this money. Yet, he also knows his uncle’s estate is worth a lot more than
ten million dollars; he also knows he’s the only heir besides his Auntie Mara. His
brain spins at what a person can do with so much money. He also remembers
that he has three cousins in Iraq from his uncle Osman in Tikrit, two women and
a man. Hakim wonders whether Uncle Ibrahim has put anything aside for them.
His uncle is in Hakim’s thoughts when the phone rings and it’s Ibrahim to let
him know he has to go to the medical center for the results of the biopsy at one in
the afternoon. Hakim promises to go along with him and Ibrahim sounds
happy.
Emily Roberts is browsing through the pages of Cosmopolitan magazine while
drinking her morning coffee and listening to the television. Nothing but killings
and all the horrid things people do all over the world. Sometimes, she doesn’t
even feel like putting the TV on, yet she does it automatically, like so many other
things people do without thinking.
Jennifer has gone to work and Matthew will probably call around 9:30 his
usual checking-in time. Emily knows she has to be careful from now on, ever
since the day he called and she was out with Talal. She knows his mind goes to a
million different things, and rightly so, she admits to herself; he’s a man and
Emily knows what men do when they think of their wives being unfaithful.
She grabs the phone and calls Talal.
“Hello there, sweet Talal.”
“Hello to you, too, my sweet Emily; how are you this morning?” His voice is
melodious to her ears, like honey on his tongue.
“I’m okay, and you?”
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