Friday October 20th, 2000
"Abdul! How are you?" Tiffany asked into the telephone. She hadn't talked with her lover's handsome bodyguard often since the shooting.
"I fully recover," he said in his broken English.
"Did they ever find out who shot you?" Tiffany asked feeling guilty that she hadn't phoned him lately.
"No. They blame homeless man. I think somebody get away with this," he said full of conviction.
"You know Skeeter was cleared?" she said hoping he knew that her estranged husband was no longer a suspect.
"Yes. I hear of this. Does he still follow you?" Abdul asked still believing that Skeeter had something to do with the attempt on his life.
"No. I think he has a girlfriend," she said faking a laugh.
"Oh. This bothers you?"
"Well, no. I mean, well yes. It bothers me because he has taken my apartment and interfered with my life. His being around has probably cost me my job too," she said hating the bitterness she heard in her own voice.
"You lose job at party planning?"
"Yeah. Clark let me go yesterday. He said I needed time to get my life together. Maybe he was right. I feel like my life has fallen apart," she said.
"I regret to hear this. You find another position," he said.
"I hope. I probably need to find another apartment too."
"Amir say you live at his park apartment."
"Yes. He got me a beautiful apartment overlooking Washington Square Park. The only problem is I can't afford it on my own, especially now that I don't have a job," she said as her voice broke with pain.
"Amir take care of this, I am certain."
"Well, that's the real reason I called Abdul. Did you see the newspaper article saying that Amir had rushed home to attend his sick wife?"
"Yes. This I hear a great deal about," he said laughing slightly.
"Is it true?" she asked excitedly. Perhaps this phone call was going to end the misery for her.
"I wish I know answer to this," he said.
"What? You don't know either?"
"No. Reporters call. Everyone call asking this question. I never hear of wife," he said.
"Then it's not true!" she said feeling more hopeful than she had felt in days now.
"I only say I never hear," he repeated.
"But you're his bodyguard. You're from the same home surely you would know," she said trying to convince herself as well as him.
"No. I met Amir here in states. I live on his island, but never meet him until I move here," Abdul said.
"Oh," she said not bothering to hide her disappointment.
"You ask him when he come home," he said.
"That's the problem. I don't know when he's coming home, do you?"
"No. He call you, no?"
"I hope but I don't know when. I've been waiting by the phone," she admitted.
"I expect he call me today. If you want I call you when I hear," he said.
CONTINUED MONDAY. MORE PHOTOS BELOW.