Chapter FourTomorrow morning’s the divorce hearing at the Palace of Justice. That’s all I know. I haven’t dared ask my dad about the details. I know he wasn’t happy about this marriage, and deep down I’ll bet he’s glad I’m getting divorced. At the same time, I know I’ve embarrassed him before society and his associates in the national companies they’ve fought so proudly to incorporate since being liberated from the French mandate. He’s bound to these people not only by ties of friendship, but also by the interests of fledgling corporations allied with the Quartet Company, most of which is owned by Waseem’s family. Basically everybody in both his family and mine was sure the marriage would fall apart once the flame of teenage romance had died down and the magic carpet had brought us down to
