Sarah said in a loud, clear voice across the sheikh’s tent. She did her best to ignore that fact that he was inspecting a large collection of guns spread out in front of him and his men. “Here you are again demanding something.” Sheikh Akbar laughed. “You go to my niece’s tent and come out demand...
Now,” Sarah called out. “But I haven’t finished my pizza.” “You don’t need to finish it. That’s the burnt bit,” Sarah said, pointing to the two charred pieces that lay on Ali’s plate. There was a chip on the side of his plate. Sarah wondered when that had happened, but couldn’t be bothered to ask...
Sarah didn’t like being told where to go and she didn’t want to see Akbar. She knew that he would be angry because she’d been away for several days, but she was angry with him, too. Because of him, she had to give up a good job and was now unemployable. She was interested in teaching the local wo...