24 1/2 Kisses (A Bashir Family Romance) - Plot & Excerpts
the young boy asked, standing outside of the hotel. He was wearing long, ragged shorts and nothing else—not even shoes—his thin, brown body indicating he was maybe 12 or 13 years old. After returning from the hospital to check on Annika, I was relieved to find him there waiting for me. I smiled at the boy, admiring his beautiful eyes and his long lashes—so much like Dev’s. It was one of his features that was most Indian about him. “Yes, I am,” I answered. “You speak English very well.” He smiled back, his white teeth gleaming in the bright morning sun. “My name is Sai,” he said, offering his thin hand, worn and calloused from a short life-time of hard, scrappy work wherever he could find it no doubt. We negotiated a payment—five American dollars—and he would be at my service for the day. I made a mental note to pay him much more if he made a decent effort.
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