Leon turned to Reena. “You’re Roz’s Reena?”

Roz?

“Mum?” Reena closed her eyes a moment, but sure enough, after opening them, her mother still stood in front of her.

Leon laughed. “Hey, now I have an in. Reena, convince your mother to let me in her poker group.”

Reena nearly fell to the floor. Poker? Mum? The hell? Gambling was against Islam—Reena might not be religious, but her parents would never openly go against the tenets of their religion. Or so Reena thought.

Mum smiled at Leon, like it was no big deal to get caught playing poker in the middle of the day. “We’ve told you, women only. How do you know my daughter?”

Leon beamed, looking at Reena. “She’s a lovely young woman. I see why you’re proud of her. Angie and I were interviewing her for Ginny’s role.”

“So, Ginny’s gone then? Such a shame, I hoped she’d change her mind. Imagine, enlisting in the army at her age.”

“I know. But she said it—”

“Excuse me,” Reena interrupted. Mum was talking so casually to Leon, but then again, she’d always had a superb poker face. And …now Reena understood where she practiced it. “Mum, can you please explain what’s going on?”

Leon chuckled. “Ah, daughters. I should head back to the office, anyway. It was lovely to meet you, Reena. Angie will be in touch.” He shook Reena’s hand and winked. “And keep an eye on that one.” He nodded toward Mum. “Your mother’s game face can turn even a softy like me into stone. You should have seen the Vegas high rollers quiver. Bye Roz, Vanna.”

And with that, the strangest job interview Reena had ever experienced ended, and she was left alone, with her mother, a half-eaten apricot brioche tart, and more confusion than she knew what to do with.

Of course, it wasn’t possible to avoid her mother now, so she had no choice but to agree to have tea with the woman before she could get out of the bakery. But after Mum got a fresh pot for them to share, she just sat in front of Reena, staring at her.

“So, are you going to explain?” Reena finally asked, narrowing her eyes.

“What about you? Why are you interviewing for a new job?”

“Why are you playing poker and flirting with a bakery owner in the middle of the day?”

“Flirting? Reena! Leon is my friend. I’ve been coming here for years.”

“Yes, almost five, I heard. You told me it’s inappropriate for men and women to be friends. Does Dad know?” She cringed. She sounded like Nadim.

“There is nothing inappropriate here. I’m a married woman. But why are you looking for a job? What happened to the clothes store?”

Reena slumped in her seat. May as well go for broke and tell the truth. “I was laid off a couple of weeks ago.”

Mum inhaled sharply through her teeth before saying a prayer under her breath. “Why didn’t you tell us? I’ll call Daddy, and you can work with him—”