Chapter 7
Thursday, May 3, 2007
Three days after our last meeting, Khalid took me by surprise by calling at half past eight in the morning.
“Good morning,” he said. He sounded worried. “Can we meet this evening?”
The request was also a surprise. It was a holiday and my large family had agreed to gather at my house.
“If necessary I could,” I said tactfully.
“I’ll be waiting for you at half past eight then, at home.”
“Who was that?” Shoroq asked me. She was sitting by my side, reading the newspaper.
“Khalid.”
“What did he want?”
“To see me tonight.”
I wanted to ask him if there was anything wrong. I wondered why he had called. I was thinking how I was not a writer on permanent call, and then Khalid called me back.
“There’s nothing to worry about,” he said. “It’s just that I’d lik
