CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Blaise and Lamisi had spent the taxi ride back to the hotel in silence. He figured she was all talked-out after the hours spent with her friend. He’d intermittently watched French-speaking television shows and listened to their conversation. Most of both had been lost on him.
They hopped out of the taxi at their temporary residence.
“Thanks for taking me to meet Melanie,” he said when they met up on the sidewalk. “I feel like I intruded on your time with your friend.”
“No worries. We talk all the time on the phone. It was just a matter of seeing her after so long that hit us.”
He rubbed his stomach. “She didn’t have to feed us so much.”
“That would be like telling Aunty Vida not to do the same. Melanie is one of the most gracious people I’ve ever known. You’ll neve
