CHAPTER ELEVEN
We returned to the house of Sharif and found the parents seated at the dining table. Salah stood at our coming while Fadila had reluctant hope in her face.
Ben offered the pair a smile and the three jars of herbs. “Sprinkle these spices in your food each at different meals and in great quantities, and see if there isn’t an improvement.”
Salah took the jars and read the labels. He lifted his questioning face to us. “But these are normal spices, are they not?”
“They may still be your best hope for returning Lila to her ordinary strength,” Ben insisted as he studied his cousin. “And you should take it, as well. Both of you.”
Salah nodded. “I will have it done immediately. If you will excuse me.” He hardly waited for Ben to nod before he rushed out of the room.
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