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Three days!
Azadah had never felt so helpless. They would be gone in three days and she would be…lost. How was one woman’s heart supposed to hold so many emotions?
She shouldn’t care!
Others had come and gone. So why did these men tear at her so?
They had been thoughtlessly kind to her and she would miss them. They had eaten heartily of the food she’d made them and occasionally even thought to thank her.
Five of them had treated her so.
But the sixth—
Unable to stand the thought, she snatched her market basket and fled from the house.
They had done exactly as Two C. had promised; they had cut the head off the snake, or at least most of it. She had seen no prisoners, heard of none. Maybe the Americans had finally learned that a dead terrorist was far simpler than a live one.
She
