“Halima does flirt, I suppose, but I don’t think it’s ever gone beyond flirting.” For a moment Chesa was silent, pursing her lips. “She makes me … uneasy, Mother,” she said finally. “There’s something just not right about that Halima. I feel it every time she’s around. It’s like feeling somebody sneaking up behind me, or realizing there’s a man watching me bathe, or…” She laughed, but it was an uncomfortable sound. “I don’t know how to describe it. Just, not right.”
