FARIDA DROPPED INTO the sofa in her living-room, next to her father. As usual, his shirt was halfway-open and three strings of gold ringed his neck.
She threw him a smile. “I’m happy you were able to make it to church with me this morning.”
Francis Yusuf shrugged. “I enjoyed it. It’s been a while since I’ve attended services.”
“How long is a while?”
“I don’t know... months?”
Farida eyeballed him. “Or years?”
“At least I attended today. I spoke to Bako yesterday evening.”
“How’s he? I haven’t chatted with him in a long time.”
“He’s fine. His family is doing well.”
“Thank God.” She slid a glance at her father from the corner of one eye. “That fifty thousand I gave you... the friend and the business that promised to give you a ten-fold return...”
Francis scratched his bald head. “Th
