She must. She must make the decision. She must be the strong one.
There was not much traffic on the road, but occasionally cars passed. She told Jack to get back into the car, leaving the hood up so it was clear that they had broken down, and ordered Bernard to stop a passing car.
‘What if it’s a terrorist?’ he wailed.
‘Not all Egyptians are terrorists. In fact very few are. It’s our only chance. Mallawi must have a hospital. We must get these two there or they might die.’
‘I can’t...’
‘You can!’ she shouted at him. ‘Do you want to stay here and be murdered or not? At least at the hospital we’ll be safe.’
This decided him, and he put out his hand tentatively as the next car approached. It drove past — not even slowing down. A second passed ... Throwing all caution to the winds Bernar
