Still Listening

I sat in my chair hoping for the red in details of my dress to blend so well with the red in the cushion of the chair such that I’d be camouflaged and protected from the stares that wanted to drown me. I remember purchasing that dress. Amina in her usual talkative and extravagant way had said, ‘You must stand out. You are the wife of the CEO. If you

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