Khalid has to be one of my most interesting characters. What do you have to say about this?
Khalid was having fun. Khalid was more than happy with people knowing about my reality. He was happy that people knew Freddie Russell was my father. When I sat down in the passenger seat, waiting for him to drive me to my college. It looked like he knew more about me than I think he knows.
"I heard that you have quite a good reputation in the South," I said, and he hummed in answer, running his fingers across his bald head. I couldn't help but smile in amusement. I never noticed the small tattoo his head had. It was a crescent moon. And there was something written above it. In a language unknown to me.
"Do you doubt my reputation here, Russell?" He asked me, and I shook my head at him in respon
