Book 1, Shequere Avxhiu
Chapter 7SHEQUERE AVXHIU HAD FOR the second time in her life washed her body with Best Apple Shampoo, a gift from the Kid. She used it as perfume and had most of it left. Wet and fresh smelling, she stepped out of the small wooden barrel she used for washing and dishing. The soapy trail of water across the brick-laid floor avoided the spot where a Canadian mining director made his peace with the world. Putting on a clean well-worn dress, she tucked her American money into the white stocking.
As the days passed, her fear settled. Her brother Spiro had been right about the police. They came to ask about the rich foreigner who had disappeared, but their hearts were not in it. What did they care for a foreigner who wished to profit from the Albanian people? Was she no
