“Well, I've never seen them. He always has his kufiya tight around his head.” Prabath looked puzzled. “What gave you the impression he doesn't like you? When he summoned me yesterday, it was all I could do to keep him from l*****g my toes. He was so solicitous. He'd have removed your head if I'd have asked. Not that I would, of course. He kept asking after you. 'Is he all right?' 'Find him and see to his wellbeing, and tell him not to worry about those slumdogs; they shouldn't be camping in an area so prone to tornadoes.' Oh, I know, brother, I pointed out they'd never had one before, but he dismissed it. You'll never believe what he said.”
Sharif hated the look of excitement in his brother's eyes. He felt as though some major disaster was going to strike, some cataclysmic or apocalyptic
