If Tears Were Wishes And Other Short Stories - Plot & Excerpts
How can you love what you don't know? She would bring us "better ways," but we know things our own way. While I do not understand her language, I know she pities us; I see it in her smile, a smile that tells me how little women who wear the veil mean to her. But I see things she does not. I must show her how little she understands before it is too late. **** Haley focused her camera on the relief of the expedition to Punt carved into the wall of the temple of Hatshepsut. It wasn't hieroglyphs, but it was a female pharaoh, and as such certainly within the bounds of her dissertation topic. "Do you have a photography permit?" a deep voice with an Arabic accent asked. Irritated, she rose and turned, only to see a mischievous smile beneath dark eyes surrounded by thick lashes. "I don't need one here, only in the tombs." The smile grew wider. "True! But if you would move aside, I could explain the reliefs to these ladies and gentlemen." Haley glanced behind him and saw a horde of sweating tourists, sun-glassed and sun-hatted, gazing wide-eyed at the interchange between her and their tour guide.
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