CHAPTER NINETEEN
“You okay, Mom? Need anything?” Restless, Sami paced from the living room window to the front door.
“I’ll go for a glass of red wine.”
“You’ve already taken your meds. Cranberry juice?”
“I’ll spend most of the night in the bathroom.” Sawsan crossed her legs. “Will you settle down? You’re making me dizzy.”
Sami switched on the outside lights. He should thank Rosa for picking out his mother’s black dress; it was less than a month since they’d buried Fareed. Rosa made sure Mother looked subdued, like a grieving widow and mother. If left to her own devices, she would have chosen a bright red dress, the mood she was in.
A car came down the driveway. Sami nodded to his mother. “Remember what we talked about?”
“This is important to you, I get it.” Sawsan rolled her eyes. “
