right moves.
Weâre all quiet for a long while after. From the corner of my eye, I catch Sittu smiling at Deanna. Maybe Sittuâs not mean; maybe she just doesnât like me.
chapter
EIGHT
We pull up in front of Sittuâs apartment building, and Salam unloads our luggage from the trunk. Sittu and Salam talk in Arabic for a few minutes. They talk like someone has died, but then, anyone speaking Arabic sounds ultraserious to me. He nods at her and offers to take our bags upstairs, but Sittu tells him to get home to his family.
âNice meeting you,â Deanna and I say.
âThe pleasure is mine.â Salam puts his hand to his heart the way Ahmed did at the airport.
I press the elevator button in the lobby.
âWe take the stairs,â Sittu says.
âIs it broken?â Deanna asks.
âThe landlord charges you more if you want to use the elevator. Itâs not a lot of money, but itâs the principle of the thing.â
âThatâs crazy to have to pay to use an elevator,â I say.
âNot when the rents on these apartments are controlled,â Sittu says. âThe rentâs so low the landlord tries to squeeze money out of his tenants in other ways.â Sittu shakes her head. âAt least this landlord isnât stupid. Some build on extra floors without making sure the structure can handle the weight, and entire buildings have collapsed as a result. Too many people have died this way.â
âStill, you wonât pay the extra money for the elevator?â I ask.
Sittu gives me the same look Baba gives me when Iâve asked a question he feels heâs already answered.
â Yalla ,â Sittu says.
â Yalla ,â Deanna and I say, and we follow Sittu up five very long flights of stairs.
Deanna and I are breathing heavily when we get to Sittuâs door. Sittuâs breathing like she just got out of a long, hot bath. Thereâs nothing old about this woman.
âAmerica makes you soft!â Sittu slaps both Deanna and me on our butts.
â Ahlan wa sahlan .â She opens the door, and Iâm hit in the face with cold air.
âItâs cold in here,â Sittu says. âDid I leave the balcony open?â She walks over to the balcony and pulls the doors shut.
âI never think of Egypt as being cold,â I say.
âWell, it seems like Americans donât think about Egypt much, except for pyramids, Nile cruises, and our relations with Israel.â
I turn my face away from her. I donât want her to see that her comment hurts my feelings. Yes, Iâm American, but she talks as if Iâm a know-nothing American.
âThereâs a space heater in your room if you need it at night. As you can see, it can get chilly this time of year, and these buildings are built to keep things cool.â
â Shukran ,â Deanna and I say.
âYouâre welcome,â Sittu says. âLeave your bags here, and we will have the tour.â
We follow Sittu through her long entranceway and dining room. Photos of me cover the walls. I see a lot of âfirstâ photos: the first time I was on a swing, first day of kindergarten, and every other first day of school until high school, when I told Baba if he didnât put the camera away, I wasnât getting out of his car. Posing for my dad like I was a kindergartener, with the entire school population there as witnesses, would have sealed my fate as the freshman freak. Thatâs when I still had hope that I could reinvent myself. That was before I realized a new school building didnât mean a new school population. At least now, as a junior, I no longer hold the title of Mayflower Highâs Number One Weirdo. Thanks to Deanna moving to town, Iâm now weirdo number two, though Iâm sure once word gets out that it was my parents who sent us to Cairo for the rest of the semester, I will be back in first place.
âHey, is that you?â
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