Dinner Will Be Late
Some Festivity Begins With A Peek Behind A Veil And Ends With Sunrise Prayer The Next Day
‘Asr Menos, a thin, rat tail of a man, glared at the hijabi, arms across his chest. He wore the same expensive tunic every day, thinking it made him look important, but deep down he was as dirt poor as everyone else in Bethlehem these days. He kept glancing at the altar to Zeus and Athena in the back of his stall, making sure the lamp was still lit. “It’s a sizable hole, Menos, what do you expect me to do?” Siroun demande...
