‘No, this is just getting interesting,’ Iqbal insisted.
‘So things got worse?’ Bilal asked.
‘They were good for a while. She settled down while she was pregnant, but there were problems after the birth.’
‘Medical problems?’
‘No, it was her head. She was depressed. We had a nanny, of course, an African woman whose husband had drowned while fishing. She had a baby boy of her own, little Juma. Ended up raising my two in the end. But the boys’mother … it was as if she didn’t want them. It was strange, because she had been against abortion.’
‘Women are strange creatures.’
He shrugged. ‘Anyway, she got used to the boys, but after a few months she started all that nonsense again about going back to work. I mean, jet-setting around the world, here today, gone tomorrow … how can a woman raise
