“Well, well, well,” Alina says smoothly, “was that jealousy I saw from the two of you?” “It was mostly her.” I point at Zoha. She doesn’t deny it and instead hugs Alina’s legs. “And it’s a general rule for a husband to feel jealous when a strange male approaches his wife.” “So, you admit you were jealous?” “Extremely,” I surrender. I don’t care.
