A Few Hundred Poppies
I explained, low-key impressed by my own proficiency at lying.
"Assalamu Alaikum, uncle," West greeted Bapi, a courteous smile on his lips. Surprised at the Islamic greeting, I gaped at him.
"Walaikumas Salam," Bapi replied, his shoulders relaxing. He turned to me. "Your mother called to ask when we'll be home, what should I tell her?" I looked over Bapi's shoulder at Luthfar Uncle, Khammi's husband, who slid his index across his throat to make a point.
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