“Not one of them said they’d come to our aid, Zenobia. Not one.” “Asif, they all have their families to think of. These are hard times.” His anger had finally found its target. “Don’t. Don’t take their side. These people, these bloody people. How many times have they come to our parties? They have eaten our food, drunk my liquor. And this is who they are? In our time of need?” They
