CHAPTER SIX
Petra rang the doorbell to Mouzah’s house. A young maid opened the door, hiding most of her body behind the stained glass. Petra didn’t recognize her. She tried to put the timid woman at ease.
“You’re new, right? I’m Petra.”
The maid opened the door wide. “Madam is inside.”
Petra followed her into the living room, her pumps clicking on the marble floor. Mouzah lounged on a long white sofa at the far end of the huge room. She scrambled to her feet when Petra walked in. Tall and slender, Mouzah in her floor-long yellow robe personified the Arabic meaning of her name—a single banana—hearty, soft and nourishing.
Mouzah’s parents had chosen the perfect name for their daughter. Unlike Petra’s, who named her after ancient Nabatean ruins carved from stratified rocks in the Jordani
