Tahar smiled in the dark. She was starting to maneuver, making a strong argument right out the gate. A prophetic dream. Whenever she wanted to embark on a risky undertaking, she slept, woke up, and then explained to him that the saint had blessed her and recommended she do this or that. He couldn’t help but tease her. He was a logical man and didn’t believe in superstitions. In his mind, if these dreams were real, they were merely his wife’s unconscious taking over from her conscious desires. And if they came true, it was thanks to her tenacity rather than their prophetic nature.
