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“I’m here to speak with you and your wife about Afia. I’m concerned about her. She’s very dear to me and, as I understand it, she hasn’t been allowed out of the house. You realize that’s a bit unorthodox around here.”
     
    “What I do in my house is of no concern to you.”
     
    “All the same, as a friend of hers, I’d hate to jump to conclusions. I just wanted to make sure she’s okay.”
     
    Afia heard his voice from the living room. She lurched to her feet and rushed to the foyer. “Sam?” His eyes lit up at the sight of her. “What are you doing here?” she bubbled. She couldn’t hide her enthusiasm. She had missed him so much.  The dinner with Jabar had gone terribly. Her parents were so furious with her, and Rayan wasn’t speaking to her at all. She had imagined she would be forced to suffer through their angry silence all weekend. The sight of Sam was like a ray of light. But her father glowered back at her, and she stood her ground, not coming any closer.
     
    “Now you see she is well,” Rashad spat inhospitably. He started to shut the door in the man’s face, but Sam’s considerable strength held it open.
     
    “Yes, but there’s still the matter of that discussion we need to have.”
     
    “My wife and I have nothing to say to you. Goodbye, Mr. Elison.”
     
    Rayan stepped into the hallway. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here,” he slurred. “Figured you’d come calling eventually. Come to take a peek at the family harlot?”
     
    Rashad growled his son’s name and pointed sharply at the living room. “Go back in there and silence your filthy mouth.”
     
    Sam didn’t budge. “I’m not leaving until I’ve spoken with you.”
     
    “I’ll call the police,” Rashad threatened.
     
    “I won’t mind their presence, Mr. Amini. I’m not trying to make this difficult. Let’s be reasonable.”
     
    Rashad glared out at the neighborhood, knowing his neighbors might be watching. He reluctantly waved the man inside if for no other reason than to hurry him back out the door. “Fatima!” he shouted for his wife. She came out of the kitchen with a startled look at having unexpected company. Fatima patted her dark, lustrous hair and smiled graciously, thinking Sam must be someone from Rashad’s job. Then, she noticed the look on her husband’s face.
     
    “What’s this?” she asked, her smile wavering.
     
    Rashad gestured to Afia. “Something your daughter has brought calling.”
     
    Rayan giggled and sat back in his familiar seat on the living room couch. He reached between the seat cushions to pull out his trusty flask for a drink while he watched the fireworks. “Here, come sit next to me, Afia. Let’s enjoy the show together.” She glared at him.
     
    “What are you doing here, Sam?” Afia asked again soberly. She had been thinking all week, going back and forth between what she should do about her future. She had ultimately decided she should try to adhere to her family’s wishes as much as she could, short of marrying Jabar, and she had hoped she could maintain a clandestine relationship with Sam as well.  She had no idea what to think of his visit. She stood nervously beside the couch.
     
    Her father faced Sam. Her mother was at the archway between the living room and the kitchen. Everyone waited impatiently, and Sam studied them all, as if pondering where to start.  He smiled at Afia and replied, “I had hoped we’d be able to have this discussion with your parents under better circumstances, but after not hearing back from you, I gathered things hadn’t gone as expected when you told them about me asking you to marry me.”
     
    Afia’s gaze flew to her feet at the shocked gasp of her mother and her father’s furious sputtering. “M-marry you?” he said in amusement, laughing angrily. Sam realized then that she hadn’t spoken to her parents about the future wedding at all. He frowned in confusion, wondering why they had locked her away,