<strong>Moussad ~ with Madison</strong><strong><br/>Moussad gave her a nod of approval. “You sing good. Okay.”<br/><br/>He clipped her leash to her collar. It hung as he took her hands and cuffed them as before. His eyes smiled even as his face held that stern expression. It was not that he was pleased, although he was, it was that he saw her value. Not the kind of value with pound signs. The kind of value someone puts away in a drawer and brings out at special occasions. <br/><br/>It was the kind of value a man puts on a woman he wishes to keep. Whatever else happened, whether she sang always or only once or twice, it was the value he placed on her, the person, that he cherished. It was just short of cherishing her. But they had just met and she was learning her place with him. <br/><br/>“We gone now!” then he repeated it quietly in Aramaic. <br/><br/>Her language lesson continued. He waited for her to repeat it back to him.</strong>