“Laila threw it in his face. “Haven’t you had enough? You’ve already given me a watch, a briefcase, two teacups, and asked me to touch the couch, which I am still recovering from.” She feigned a shudder. “At least Zofia spared me.” Zofia shrugged. “An object’s personal context does not affect its utility.” “Not true!” Enrique had said. “It could be proof of something. Laila, you’re practically a goddess.” Laila sipped her tea, assuming an expression Enrique had come to recognize as “smug cat.”
