stay."
Tariq nodded.
"He works from noon to eight. Come back tomorrow afternoon. I'll take you to Aziza."
"I'm not afraid of him, you know."
"I know. Come back tomorrow afternoon."
"And then?"
"And then...I don't know. I have to think. This is..."
"I know it is," he said. "I understand. I'm sorry. I'm sorry for a lot of things."
"Don't be. You promised you'd come back. And you did."
His eyes watered. "It's good to see you, Laila."
She watched him walk away, shivering where she stood. She thought,Volumes, and
another shudder passed through her, a current of something sad and forlorn, but also
something eager and recklessly hopeful.