Chapter Eight
The goats appeared happy to be let out in the sun. Since the grass extended all the way to the barn, they didn’t seem inclined to wander very far, but got down to eating almost as soon as they were allowed to run loose. A weather-worn bench of faded gray wood that might have once been painted white had been set up against the western wall of the barn, and so she sat down there and watched her charges, although her mind was only half on what she was doing.
Her gaze kept shifting to the house. She couldn’t see any sign of movement within, but that was to be expected. What did Hasan do with his time, anyway? It wasn’t like he had to put much effort into cleaning up after lunch. Did he read? She’d gotten the impression that he liked to go hunting, to roam around the territory t
