Appiah looks troubled. “Je ne c’est pas. That is what witches do, hurt random people. But witches keep their work secret. I think you are not one of them, but one who has been hurt by them, monsieur. All things are in the hands of Allah, but maybe we will act as his gloves.”

Meanwhile, **** looks significantly happier than his master, humping away.

I am going to be away until Sunday, just an fyi.