CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Sami secured Deena in her car seat, checked the buckle on Leena’s seat and closed the car door.
“Hurry up,” his mother called out from the passenger window, waving at him to come forward.
Sami slid behind the wheel. “We have plenty of time.”
“I have so much to do. I can’t arrive late.”
“I thought everything was set up for tomorrow’s show.” Sami started the engine. “What’s the urgency?”
“I want to make sure Khoury Dahood has every painting in the right place with the best lighting. And it’s an art exhibition, Sami. Not a show.” Sawsan pulled a tissue from her bag and dabbed her upper lip. “I hate this humid weather.” She flipped the visor mirror. “Oh, look at my hair!”
“You look great, Mom.” Sami turned up the air conditioning. Tilting the rear view mirror, he chec
