"You're the Nazarene?"
He turned around to see who spoke. She was tall, about six feet tall. Striking. Very personal. Deep and warm.
"Hi..." he said nervously... "Waziri asked me to give this to you."
She stared at the package. "Hmm. What's inside it?"
"Oh, I wouldn't know," he laughed nervously.
"You tell" she giggled. "Your eyes tell."
"I'm ... I'm sorry..."
"Don't be sorry. Escort me, let us have lunch."
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