Putting on her prettiest smile, Zain strode coolly into the office where passengers’ travel documents were checked and handed the border official the semi-forged travel permit she had filched from Lieutenant Nahi. As she did so, her owl perched on his shoulder without his noticing a thing. Then, to keep him from opening his large black notebook and finding her name on the wanted list, she placed a copy of her book in front of him and said innocuously, “I’d like to write you something in the front flap of this book (she didn’t tell him she was its author). So can you tell me your name, and the names of your wife and children? That way I can include them in the dedication.” Man, what an i***t I am! What ever gave me the idea I could get past border officials this way? Of course I’ve seen mov
