“A custom loathsome to the eye, hateful to the nose, harmful to the brain, dangerous to the lungs, and in the black, stinking fume thereof,…
“Mr. Azimi? Follow me, the doctor will see you now.” I look up from the drab linoleum floor, eager beyond words to leave this little…
“Wait for me by the bar? I’ll only be a minute.” A minute, right, I think as she makes her away across the crowded dance…
