Seeing Zain in the doorway with a suitcase in her hand, her grandmother knew something big was afoot.
“I’ve left him,” Zain announced. “We’re through. I want a divorce.”
“You’re always welcome here, honey. Besides, nobody ever liked Waseem. You weren’t right for each other. Your dad knew it from the start, but because he loved you so much, he went along with what you wanted.”
“Well, it’s over, Grandma. I’ll tell you what happened to me…”
“Don’t you tell me a thing,” her grandmother interrupted. “I might open my big mouth and blabber to somebody about it! You shouldn’t trust anybody with your secrets, not even me. The only person we should complain to is God. Like they say, ‘Better a heartbreak in the kitchen than a scandal around the block.’”
The old woman’s words came as a relief to
