10‘Will we meet again?’ I asked Ghassan as I got out of his car with my bags, in front of Grandmother’s house.
‘Many times, you crazy,’ he replied.
I turned and headed for the door. ‘Isa!’ Ghassan called out. ‘Take this,’ he said, reaching out through the car window. I left my clothes bag and went back to him, carrying with me the briefcase with all my documents.
‘What is it?’ I asked.
‘It’s the key to my flat, so you can come any time. I might not be there, but you’ll have the key,’ he said.
Even you’re not sure I’ll stay in Grandmother’s house, Ghassan, I said to myself. I thanked him and went back to my clothes bag by the door.
Even before I pressed the bell, Khawla opened the door and said, ‘Hi, Isa.’ She’d been waiting for me behind the door. Ghassan said goodbye by honking his
