Samah Shahadeh
Finally, after a sixteen-day absence, Sari came to the house.
I was pretty sure Sari was aware he was indebted to me. It was I, after all, who asked Fawaz to offer him his first job, in the accounting department, which involved calling payments due and following up with the various interested parties among the employees and managers.
I got to know Sari through his wife, Rasha, who worked as a nutritionist at Al-Khalidi Hospital in Amman. Rasha came to my room in the hospital while I was recovering from a surgery I had undergone for a female problem. She was very sweet and cheerful, with a pleasant voice and tranquil fair face with naturally red cheeks. She had chestnut-colored hair cut in a short bob style. She had an excellent ability to carry on a conversation, skillfull
