FOR BETTER FOR WORSE JAMILA 1983 “don’t let her out of that gate!” Evelyn stopped, looked at one of the soldiers manning the gate and turned around to face Jamila who was standing at her veranda. “Tell him to let me go.” She stood under heavy, windy rain, shivering non stop. “Come back in, Ev. You will catch a cold.” “I have to take my sister to the po-police,” she shivered. “Please, tell him to open the gate.” Jamila walked out into the rain when she noticed Evelyn’s resolve weakening. The wind beat against her body and she did her best to stop her kimono from flying open. “Come in, my dear,” she reached out and touched her. Evelyn shook her head and began crying. She once was a sweet woman, not too long ago, but what Jamila now saw was fear and despair and she felt deeply sorry for her. “Come, let’s…
