“Baljit exclaimed the following evening. “I followed her all day! The girl is crazy, Mister Simon.” “Indeed,” Simon said, taking extra care to make sure all the afternoon shadow was removed from his cheeks and chin. If memory served, women tended to dislike stubble when you kissed them. And he may have to resort to kissing. “So what did you and Fatima do all day?” Baljit snorted and waved his hands in disgust. “She talked, Mister Simon. She talked to everyone! I do not believe the girl e...ver is not talking! You cannot imagine one person might talk so much.” Simon caught Baljit’s eye in the mirror as he rinsed his razor blade in fresh water. “Cannot fathom it,” Simon said sardonically, resuming his shave. “What does Fatima talk so much about?” “Everything!” Baljit crowed. He paced the room, shaking his head. “She wants to know about everything, Mr. Simon. She stops at the booths and pesters vendors, mostly women vendors, with question after question after question.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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