Dr. Carrie

You hurriedly put the paperwork into a folder, bringing it to Carrie while she nursed her first child, Amina. These were heady days, you thought. First. Carrie had given birth to the Sheikh's first child. Then Carrie had received her doctorate from the fancy private university in Houston she was attending. And then, thanks to a large donation by the Sheikh, she had been hired to be a professor at the school. Teaching more impressionable white minds about the Muslim world.

Carrie looked at the papers, signing them and giving them back to you. She was on the phone with Cassie.

"Cassie, at some point you have to choose. Are you going to stay with Joshie, or be with Fahd? You have to stop being indecisive, because Fahd is tired of it," Carrie said, rolling her eyes. She looked down at Allah's gift. Amina was a perfect child. And always hungry, it felt like.

"Yes, I think if you came down to Houston this weekend, Fahd would love to see you,"