EscapeOn their way to the airport, Habiba said, ‘Sometimes, I get the feeling you create drama in order to get some writing material, or when inspiration deserts you.’
Fuad did not bother defending himself. He merely smiled and suddenly remembered that the euros he had been looking for were in his sock drawer. He was used to forgetting where he had put things. Even as a child, he had been forgetful, his parents would despair, observing that he had too much trivia on his mind for there to be any room left for what was really important. Though long-standing and, therefore, not a sign of age, his forgetfulness now troubled him, whereas it never had in the past.
‘Don’t worry about Ali, I’ll take good care of him,’ Habiba said.
He was quite worried about Ali who had been talking less of late
