After Aayat had locked the doors I could not understand for a moment in the darkness what was happening but when my eyes got adjusted to the flickering lights I could see that she was still dancing, but this time with a stiletto knife in her hand and the men were falling down on the floor and the couches like withering branches of a cut down tree. Finally when there was only one man standing she said in a sweet girl voice,” Can we have the lights back on please? I seem to have spilled something on my dress.”
When the lights flooded back on in the den, there was only one man standing there, the man who was the tout for all these black men. I stood there at the corner of the room careful to not step on the puddle of the blood that had been collecting on the various corners of the floor. The
