she is, my pasha: Tequila Leila! She’s one of my finest.’ ‘Is that her name? Why do you call her that?’ He eyed Leila from head to toe. ‘Because she’s impatient, that one. She wants life to run fast. But she’s resilient too; she can guzzle the sour and the bitter, like downing tequila shots. I gave her that name.’
