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Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Title
  3. Dedication
  4. Time's Up
  5. Acknowledgments
  6. Prologue
  7. Part One
  8. 1. Amira Babir
  9. 2. Sorrow
  10. 3. Malik
  11. Part Two
  12. 4. Childhood
  13. 5. Nanny Karin
  14. 6. Friendship
  15. 7. Black Dream
  16. 8. The End of Childhood
  17. Part Three
  18. 9. Jihan
  19. 10. Good-Byes
  20. 11. Alone
  21. Part Four
  22. 12. Ali
  23. 13. Honeymoon
  24. 14. Marriage
  25. 15. Motherhood
  26. 16. Philippe
  27. 17. A Man in The Night
  28. Part Five
  29. 18. Fear
  30. 19. Remali Police
  31. 20. Morning Visitors
  32. 21. Prodigal’ Return
  33. 22. Escape
  34. 23. Brother Peter
  35. 24. M. Cheverny
  36. 25. Enemies
  37. 26. A New Woman
  38. Part Six
  39. 27. An All- American Boy
  40. 28. Genevieve
  41. 29. Carolyn
  42. 30. Incident In Toronto
  43. 31. Laila
  44. 32. Cameron
  45. 33. Mustafa
  46. 34. Ali
  47. 35. Karim
  48. 36. Travis
  49. 37. Evasion
  50. 38. Brad
  51. 39. Mirages
  52. Part Seven
  53. 40. Truth
  54. 41. Retribution
  55. 42. Redemption
  56. Epilogue
  57. About the Author

Turning to the house, Amira took a last glance at the crystal moon. As she did, she caught a glimpse of movement at a second-floor window. A cur- tain closing? Perhaps it was just a reflection, or her imagination.

“Good night,” she whispered back into the shadows of the garden. “Good night—my love.”

20. Morning Visitors

Morning Visitors

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The festival was over, the Bedu vanishing back into the desert, the foreign guests crowding the airport, but Ali insisted that Philippe stay for another day or two.

“Right here in this house,” he said. “I’m keeping it for a few days, so as not to put you to the trouble of moving to the palace or to a hotel. So you see, the plans are already made.”

His enthusiasm seemed excessive to Amira—surely he had demonstrated his gratitude and hospitality to anyone’s satisfaction—but if he had an ulterior motive, she couldn’t imagine what it might be.

Philippe seemed to resist the invitation, pointing out that he had a practice to maintain in France, but a call from the palace decided the issue: the nonstop feasting had caused yet another onslaught of the king’s gout; Dr. Rochon’s ser- vices were urgently desired.

“You see that God is wise,” said Ali with his best smile. “Even my father’s affliction brings some good.”

“Tomorrow is Saturday, in any case,” said Philippe. “I’d only be puttering around my apartment or loitering in some bistro, while here I’m in the best of company. But I absolutely must leave by midafternoon Sunday. Inshallah,” he added with a smile.

“If it must be, it must be, my friend, although we’ll be sad to see you go.”

Amira silently thanked God for the extension of Philippe’s stay. It would give her another chance to talk with him, she was sure. She needed his thoughts, his advice. She needed him, she realized, to make her decision for her.

It didn’t work out that way. She spent most of Saturday helping Zeinab move out. There was a great outcry about a pair of earrings that Zeinab was sure she had left on her dresser. After an exhaustive search, they were found in her jewel box.