a disembodied voice at her side piped in . '' anyway , '' sansonis interrupted , '' when we 're done here , i found us a place to stay . lucky for us , the owner of the stall that ifaut ... trashed ... offered us a room . '' '' that was nice of him , all things considered , '' stefi said and glanced at ifaut

* * * but i do n't hear from chris all through the evening . i do n't hear from him even after i forward him today 's episode of the fashion hound . i do n't hear from him as i walk ms. pac-man , as i give her dinner , as i heat up pasta for myself . as each minute of radio silence from him passes , i want to rewind the day , to do it over , to do something , anything , differently

occasionally i was lucky though . ' ' that 's good . what is it that you say in your country about the consequences of always working and never taking time off ? ' ' all work and no play makes jack a dull boy . ' ' that 's it . ' she grinned . ' but i think you were never dull

sami wrinkled up her forehead , and asked , '' so , do i call you mrs. shareen ? '' '' no , just shareen . where we come from -- i mean came from , '' and here shareen looked sad for a moment , '' we have only one name . '' '' that must be confusing , '' said
sami