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showed Sadhan, he paid attention. The dark red lines were the work of jinn, indisputably. So he contacted the Imam and arranged an exorcism.
    She remembered coming home from school to find the Imam and her father waiting in the lounge and she remembered screaming as panic rose and the men came towards her. After that she had no idea what happened. She woke up at something like three in the morning and felt nothing, except raging hunger. In the kitchen, her mother watched her eat and said the red lines had gone. A few days later, her menses started.

Ramadammed
    Ramadan began on the first Tuesday in September. Though they knew within a few days when it would be, the new moon had to be seen in Saudi Arabia before the first day was confirmed. As Aila ate the Iftar meal that night with her family, she knew she’d have to face Neil with the news that Bangladesh would happen by the end of the month.
    In the morning, she left early and went straight to his office. He smiled and she said her piece. “I’m really sorry, I don’t know how else to say this. I have to go to Bangladesh quite soon. My brother’s getting married and it looks like I’ll have to be away at least until the middle of November.”
    Three weeks was a long time and the club was under pressure. Memberships had started to decline and departments were underperforming. But then he asked how she felt about her brother marrying so young and swung an empty chair towards her. Something gentle in his slightly geeky face, reassured her and she felt encouraged to open up and tell him. When she’d talked herself out, he stopped doodling on the pad beside him and told her she could take whatever time she needed.
    â€œYou serious?”
    â€œYou have enough shit at home, without me adding to it. Just do what you have to do, hun. I’ll clear it with head office, somehow.”
    â€œI wasn’t expecting this.”
    â€œPrincess, you’re the best thing that ever happened to this place. I don’t want to lose you.”
    She sniffed. “I don’t know what to say.”
    â€œWell just stop worrying and don’t do that thing with your eyes please. It’s distracting,” he waved her away. ”Go and bat your lashes at a spreadsheet or something.”
    Back in her own office, she wiped her eyes and thought, God bless that man. He liked to think he was fierce though it never really worked, not with soft ginger features. But beyond that, Aila felt stunned to think Neil valued her. No man had ever spoken like that. Her father had never said ‘well done’ or even thanked her, as far as she could remember. She pulled a heaving file from its drawer, and mulled over what to do.
    The following Friday, she found Shafia slumped in a chair in the staff room, fingering through an old copy of Heat .
    â€œDad’s bought the plane tickets. We’re going to Desh,” she said, closing the door behind her. “So I need to do it now.”
    â€œNo!” Shafia let the magazine fall dramatically. ”Do what?”
    â€œSee Ojo tonight and do the deed.”
    â€œI’m lost. I thought you had already.”
    â€œNah, I’ve been a good girl. But as of now I need not to be.”
    â€œWhat do you want me to do?”
    â€œI have to be spur-of-the-moment on this one and read Dad’s mood tonight. I’ll go home and see how things are. If all’s well, I’ll text when I need you to call and say there’s a big meeting or something; you know, make it sound feasible. I’ll grab a change of clothes, get in the car and head back to work for ‘the meeting’ or whatever. It needs to be a good few hours’ worth.”
    â€œYou know I’ve got your back, but I hate talking when he’s listening. I still remember him waiting outside Uni to catch you coming out of the main gate.”
    â€œYeah but we’re Souljarettes remember? We’ve been playing this