Chapter Nine
When I heard the huge door close behind me, I felt as if I’d been released after a long prison sentence. The wind, the same wind I’d heard inside, blew in my face, cold and pure, carrying a rushing sound like laughter. When I descended to the long pathway surrounded by trees, I told myself I must find salvation in a release like that of the wind – those laughing forces of nature. But where could I find such a thing?
I was sad about Inayat Hanem’s death, and wasn’t pleased about giving up writing the Yasser family history. And just like that, two thousand pounds had turned to ashes and smoke right when I needed them. But I wasn’t so concerned. And who knew? Perhaps Roxane was right about what she did.
In the starlight there appeared before me a statue of Aphrodite, the godde
