15‘Isa, Isa, Isa.’
The calls came almost every day. They came from the window of Grandmother’s room on the upper floor, then crossed the courtyard and filtered into my room. Grandmother had become more accepting of me than at first. The change apparently began from below, from her feet, and then moved up her legs to her knees. That’s good, to some extent, I told myself. Soon I would move past her knees and reach her heart. If only I could massage that, maybe it would soften. I didn’t want anything more than that. I had plenty of money, plenty. My grandmother had decided to give me a monthly allowance of 200 dinars. That was apart from the money I received from Hind through the servants. I started to send my mother and Mama Aida money every month. I bought my mother a computer to make it e
