“I have lots to teach you about women,” Hussi told them, “especially women in our culture. Number one rule: they must know their place.”
Everyone laughed and yelled, “Amen” to that.
I walked in. “I am going to take a shower.”
“No, you are not. Come here. I made it, especially for you. Your name is all over it,” Hussi said.
I stood there and looked at the joint but wasn’t sure what to do.
Hussi got up, lifted me, and put me on a seat between Craig and himself.
I looked at my teenage kids. They were beaming, sitting next to their dad, and hugging him. I could not believe how fast they had bonded. I felt their love and admiration for him.
Craig didn’t look at me. And Hussi, well, he looked like he owned the world. And this evening, clearly, he owned me, stupid me. How had I fallen into
