A Secret Curly for Raj“I need to go to the Cash and Carry.” Mr Rashid slammed the cash register drawer closed. “Raj is coming to cover the afternoon shift. He’ll get here before you leave.”
Mrs Rashid straightened her purple hijab and gave Kit a wink. “We’ll check out wedding venues,” she said, her face expression serious.
Kit’s head jerked back in surprise. “Who’s getting married?”
“My Raj.” Mrs Rashid waggled her eyebrows and Mr Rashid’s lips settled into a smug smile.
Kit’s face lit up in happiness. “Oh, wow! Congratulations! He didn’t mention it when I last saw him.”
“That’s because he hasn’t asked you yet.” Mrs Rashid’s head bobbled on her neck in an exact imitation of her husband’s. Mr Rashid ducked under the counter hatch and they bobbled out of the shop together. Kit stood on
