Ezra could hear her crashing with something and things falling on the ground. He went to his seat with the wine and looked out the window. The sky was burning and the red lights began to flicker. They looked as if little fireflies roamed over the roofs from where he was.
The noise was roaring. Women were shouting. His head turned back to see the column of light from the bathroom falling on the wasted carpet. He heard the two water buckets that fell on her and her cursing in a lower voice marking the presence of a scholar.
When she barged in a nightgown still drying her hair Ezra ignored her and stared at the road. The errand boy who brought the parcel ran to the tunnels. "Who did you meet in the tunnels?" He queried.
"What? Why am I going to die in the ball?" She kept asking, panting and wrapping herself in an old ragged scarf.
"For not answering the questions," Ezra said tilting his head and glaring at her.
