Book3:WereMyDreamIs

hishandandathinlineofpowdersquirtedoutstraightatAisha’snoseandmouth.Sheonlyhadtimetosmelstrongfloweryfragrancebeforeshefaintedandlostsciousness.Emmaookafewstepsforwardandcaughtherbythewaistbeforeshefelltotheground.Hewasetedbyhissuccessandwasabouttocarryherintothehousewhensomeoneelsejumpedoverthefencebehindhimshouting,

    “Hey!Whatareyougoingtodotoher?”EmmaurnedhisheadandfounditwasagainthatspoilsportJamaz.

    “WhatIwanttodoismybusiness”repliedhecrossly,“andhasnothingtodowithyou.Scram!”

    “Isawyoufromafarrushingtowardsthishouse”saidJamaz,withhishandsonhiships.“Youweretooengrossedinyournefariousiionstonoticemeandjusthidinthebushes.”JamazpoiAishasaying,“Don’tyouknowwhosheis?Sheisthequeeno