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“Hello, how old are you?” is the first thing Mistress Wael said to her daughter talking on Skype behind me as I am getting ready for what will probably be the last session I do at this condo I got for her and I. “Arai wa?” answers her 10 year old daughter which is the English equivilent of “huh?”, and Wael glances up at me with a look that is very much the same facial expression a bank employee would make with a gun to her head after improperly entering the code to the bank’s safe. “Tell me how old are you please?” she tries again slowing her speech down to the ridiculously slow speed that a foreigner might do ordering …