CHAPTER TWOWhen the old woman came in in the morning, Mimosa was already up and dressed.
She was wearing a cape over her gown and had a chiffon scarf to put over her head rather than a hat.
The woman looked at her in surprise thinking how early she was.
But Mimosa was ready with what she had decided to tell her.
“My friends are taking me to England today,” she said slowly in Arabic, “and I have therefore no time to go to the Bank and obtain money to reward you with for your services.”
She thought that the old woman looked at her apprehensively and continued,
“As I cannot stay to pack my clothes and my father’s, I am giving them to you.”
She saw the woman look at her in astonishment and she went on,
“I am sure that some of the clothes my father wore will fit your son and the rest wi
