âbut I knew you would want to see the historic landmark we are passing.â
Aref sat up straight. There it was. Sidiâs funny old shop with the green and white awning and rows of brown sandals lined up on shelves behind the window. Aref knew how it smelled insideâsmoky rich, like cut tanned leather. A man called Abu Pumpum was running the shop now, counting money, zipping it into a pouch. Pumpum was a nickname, not a real name. Sidi had sold the shop, complete with every single thing in it, to Abu Pumpum two years ago. Aref and his dad had gone with Sidi on the last day to say good-bye to the chairs and shelves and rulers for measuring feet and the candy bowl.
Sidi, driving very slowly, pulled to the curb. A large shuttle van beeped and roared around them. âDo you need new sandals from Abu Pumpum before you go?â he asked.
âNo,â said Aref. âBut thanks. I wear mostly tennis shoes now. I will have to wear snow boots over in Michigan anyway.â
âPeople wear sandals there too.â
âThey do?â
âI am sure of it.â
Cars were beeping all around them. Sidi pulled out slowly into the crowded lane, Monsieur chugging and the air full of city noise again.
âDo you miss running the shop?â Aref asked Sidi.
âI do. But now I have more time to play around with you and work in my garden and take naps.â
They passed the stately white Marine Science and Fisheries Centre. âThe last time I went there with my class,â Aref said, âwe saw turtle hatchlings scrambling around inside a big tank. The man said they were three days old. Soon they were going to be taken back to the ocean.â
âSo you have seen them already!â
âBut not on the beach.â
A woman stood at a crosswalk with a wide basket filled with bananas on her head. âIâm glad people still carry baskets that way,â Sidi said. âIâm glad there are still donkeys in the souk .â
They passed the sign pointing toward Sinkhole Park, which they had driven to more than once. âRemember when we climbed down those hundreds of stairs,â said Sidi, âand I was clinging on to the handrail, while you ran like an oryx to the pool of water at the bottom? That was a steep climb! And I was even younger then. It was gorgeous.â
âYou want to go there again today?â
âNext time.â
They paused at a long red light. Crowds of lunchtime workers in dishdashas and dresses, suits and casual clothes, crossed the street. Sidi pointed out a new block of yellow villas being built. âLook how they are putting blue tiles over the doors. I like that.â
They were gliding past the giant library where Aref used to crawl on the floor under the tables while his parents studied. He learned how to read shoes first. Then he learned how to read books.
âHave you returned all your library books?â Sidi asked.
âYes.â
It felt cozy seeing what you recognized. Good-bye! Good-bye! Good-bye!
Ahhhhhhhhh
W hen they walked back into Arefâs house, his mother said, âNow thatâs what I like to see, people smiling! How was the desert, you travelers? You wouldnât believe how much Iâve gotten done, both here and at the university. My colleagues gave me a little party and I became my own assistant and never stopped moving for a minute.â She hugged Aref while Mish-Mish nuzzled his ankles.
âThe desert was deep, as always,â said Sidi. âAnd your whole house is smiling. It looks very fresh. We, on the other hand, are somewhat rumpled and smelly, but we had a great time.â
Aref was jumping and teasing Mish. âIt was wonderful!â
âDid you see camels?âArefâs mom asked. âWere you cold? Did Monsieur behave?â
Mish-Mish ran in circles around them, sniffing the desert on their clothes.
âEverything was perfect,â said Sidi. âWe saw camels, yes.
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