Leila beamed, delighted at the prospect of being the boss for once. During the rest of the journey, Uncle happily played along. At every pit stop, he opened the door for her, brought her drinks and biscuits and, after a little rain in the afternoon, carried her over a puddle in the road so that her shoes wouldn’t get dirty. ‘Is she a football manager or the Queen of Sheba?’ said Baba, watching from the side. Uncle said, ‘She’s the manager of our football team and the queen of my heart.’
