Chapter 11
Late Saturday morning, Farida clutched her copy of Why Men Don’t Listen and Women Can’t Read Maps and waited in one queue in front of the checkout counter in Laterna Bookshop. The two ladies at the counter were attending to the customers on the two queues. There were two people ahead of her and on the second queue, parallel to her, two chic women in their thirties gossiped into each other’s ears.
Earlier, she’d thrown on a loose top over baggy trousers on her body and then shoved her feet into flats. Then she’d hopped in her car and driven all the way here from her house simply to purchase some new reading material to keep her occupied this weekend. After she was done here, she would return home, make herself a quick lunch and then stick her nose in the book. That would take c
