“Well, sure,” she teased. “Leave it to the farmboy to think three thousand years old paintings of a wheat are cool.”
!!!!
“Oh, Zaid!” Lois said, “You scared me! Where’s Abo?”
“I didn’t find Abo,” he replied to her.
Uh-oh... 👀👀
They're all in on it!! I had a feeling it wasn't just one person! And I had thought of Gamal, because of his artistic talent, but that they were ALL in on it?? Oooooh!!
Focusing back on the falling rock, she saw it just as it landed.
Right on Zaid’s head.
Ouch!!
But thankfully, between taekwondo and self-defense classes, an arm lock was something she knew how to get out of!
Literal YAY!
“But you– You’re wearing short sleeves,” she stammered, her brain snagging on the one thing it hadn’t pieced together yet. “And shorts.”
“I left the suit at home,” he told her, his voice quiet and serious.
I really like how everything clicks, and they both know it. ❤️
The ancient Egyptians had been right: the brain was useless.
HAH!!
This was a great chapter!! Fascinating to finally discover who was behind all this!!
