Farhad, my cousin Nanaz's husband.
Nanaz and her son, Jamshid.
On Friday, I went to Nanaz's house. I just hung out with her and we talked. We talked forever. In the evening, Yeganeh, the lovely woman whom we met through Tus last year, came over for tea. Yeganeh's husband is Tus's friend and he has a lot of land by the Caspian Sea in a gated compound so we walked around without our hejab. They have a pool and houses that they rent.... Hmmmmm....
My Mother and Maryam.
Mr. & Mrs. Zaim in our living room.
Maryam, me, and Vida. It's a shame my sister, Neda, isn't here. The four of us used to hang out together when we were young.
Maryam, Vida, Mr. & Mrs. Zaim, Khosrow Samii (Vida's husband) and their baby came for dinner. Other than that, I worked on my writing. I was trying to locate a home for the grown puppy at Ostaad Elahi's glass workshop. The poor dog is always tied up and the night guard, who happens to be a stupid man who hates dogs, hit the previous puppy on the head with a stick and it died. I felt so bad for this dog that I told Ali, Ostaad Elahi's son, that I would look for a home for it. I am working the network here.
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