thin wrist.
âI had no idea it was so late!â Amina exclaimed, her eyes widening.
Harper looked at her own wristwatch. âMe neither. Iâm sure my husband is wondering what happened to me.â
âHe wonât be upset with you, will he?â Amina asked, concern washing over her expression.
âNo, of course not. If he needed me he would have called,â Harper answered.
Amina nodded. She didnât bother to comment on the twelve missed calls registered on her iPhone. âMy father is probably having a fit right about now, wondering where I am.â
âYou didnât tell him where you were going?â
Amina shook her head from side to side. âHe probably would have forbidden me to come. If not him, then definitely my brother.â
Harper rolled her eyes skyward. âI wish I did have a brother who would try to tell me what I could and couldnât do,â she said facetiously. âOurs would not be a harmonious home!â
âI know thatâs right!â Amina said, nodding her agreement. I donât know how my sister, Rasheeda, does it. My brother, Basil, tells her to jump and sheâll ask how high. He really intimidates her and I hate that she wonât stand up to him.â
âHas he always been that way?â Harper asked, curious to know more. She reached for her glass of white wine and took a sip.
Harper shrugged. âProbably. We were just kids when our parents divorced. Basil was twelve. I was ten and Rasheeda wasnât quite six years old. Basil and Rasheeda stayed with our father who had custody of us. But I wanted to be with my mother. After a month of me acting out and throwing horrific tantrums my father gladly let me go. I tried to get Rasheeda to come with me but she was too afraid. Sheâs always been Daddyâs baby. So my mother raised me in Atlanta and my brother and sister stayed here in Memphis.â
âThatâs so sad.â
âI used to come visit but everything was always a problem. My clothes, my hair, everything! So I stopped and my father would never let them come stay with us in Atlanta. We missed out on a lot of time with each other over the years. Thatâs why I agreed to come to Memphis and work for my father. I was hoping it would help us all to rebuild our relationships.â
Harper nodded her understanding. âI grew up estranged from my father too. He died before I had the chance to know him. I came to Memphis for his funeral and thatâs when I met Quentin and Troy. My father raised them. Youâre lucky that your family is still here and you have this opportunity. I hate when people tell me what a great man my father was and I know Iâll never have the chance to experience that for myself.â
Amina smiled. âI agree, which is why I am trying very hard not to let Basil or my fatherâs ways get to me. Both are very conservative and they still think women should be seen and not heard. I think my fatherâs hiring me for his campaign is his way of trying to meet me in the middle. Thatâs why I agree to wear the niqab and attend mosque when he asks.â
âSo you donât practice Islam anymore?â
Amina shook her head. âIâm not a faithful follower. Thereâs much about the religion I donât know or understand but because I love my father Iâve been willing to learn.â
Harper nodded. âQuentin and Troy are steadfast Baptists. I donât think either has missed a Sunday service since I moved here. Iâm not so good about that kind of thing. But I have a lot of faith and I respect what they believe and what they practice.â
âExactly. My mother shied away from religion so I didnât grow up in the church either. But because of my situation I minored in religious studies in school. Iâve read the Bible and now Iâm studying the Quran. In all honesty though Iâm probably more Buddhist in my