Chapter Twenty
I wake up to see Zahir in a suit eating breakfast and he tells me we’ll be landing in Newark soon.
“Newark?” I ask. My father’s plane always landed at Teterboro Airport because it caters to private planes. I wonder if we’re going straight to Newark because Zahir is trying to spare me more troubling memories or because his jet is too big for a smaller airport to handle.
“Yes, Newark,” he answers. Then he tells me to take a shower before I can ask him why there. A sweater dress, lacy underthings, glossy riding boots, and all my toiletries have magically appeared in the bathroom. I dry off and dress myself, all the while noticing how very different I feel in Western-style clothes. The dress is still modest, but I would never wear it in the hot desert climate of Jahwar. Only
