The Family Tree

‘That’s a fine choice, Yunus.’

‘Well, she has to get in. But she was given an interview, and her grades are good.’

And her connections, Hugh thought, making a mental note to call the head of admissions, a Clarke family friend.

‘And tell me,’ said Yunus, ‘how is your wife? Did she have her baby?’

‘She did. A little girl.’

‘Hamdel lah ala al salama! Such good news! Azhar will be happy to hear it. Perhaps we can visit them soon?’

‘I’d like that.’

Hugh was smiling when he hung up the phone. He had been appointed by the court to represent Yunus after three separate lawyers opted out, and in taking the case he had had to buck the will of the police department, the local district attorney, and the FBI. He hadn’t received money other than reimbursement for court costs, but the emotional reward had been huge. Yunus El-Sabwi was hardworking and focused. Not only would he give his life for his family, but his loyalty to friends was absolute. Hugh had become a beneficiary of that.

Feeling better, Hugh went upstairs to shower and shave. Revived, he pulled on clean jeans and a fresh tee shirt, put the dirty sheets in the washer and fresh sheets on the bed, then set off for the hospital again. Along the way, he stopped at the flower shop for a balloon bouquet, at a local boutique for an absurdly expensive tie-dyed pink onesie, and at Rosie’s, Dana’s favorite café, for a grilled chicken salad.

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