Chapter 2
Daily operations in the garrison tended to fall into a pattern. Two regular meals were served, one in the morning and one in the evening.
Jamal sat beside Nev at one of the long trestle tables. He spread a generous spoon of hummus on a pita and wrapped it around cucumber and onion slices before taking a bite. Nev, he noticed, ate a plain pita and kept casting glances at what other guardsmen were eating.
“You can have anything you want, just ask,” Jamal said.
“I don’t know what most of it is. I recognize this as bread, but you put something on yours, and why wrap it around cucumbers and onions?” Nev asked.
“I put hummus on it. It’s a spread made from chickpeas. It makes it easier to hold if I wrap it up.” Jamal point to several serving bowls on the table. “There’s also baba g
