Kareem condemned her. He threw the few pages left in his hand as one would throw an old worn-out, wrinkled T-shirt, as if it gave off an odor so strong it hurt the eyes.
He shrugged, refusing to answer her inquisitive facial expressions. But she said nothing. She stood still, perhaps in self-loathing of a fleeting moment of weakness- probably even a bit more than just a moment.
Taken from his reaction, she believed that what he was reading have been beyond a literary disaster. So she refrained from questioning though her curiosity and disappointment were more than she could have handled.