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Chapt er 19
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Anne, i rem sai d. i have to go to the w. c.
It almost killed her to stand in that stupid tent and serve tea and
not be able to talk to him.
0rem, her mother said. Wait until our guests leave.
Allah, Allah! She would explode if she had to stay here!
Anne, it s an emergency. She bent over to indicate the serious-
ness of the situation.
More tea, 0rem, her father said.
Nilüfer looked at her as if to say, What can I do?
Anne, she said. You saw all the tea I drank this afternoon! She
squeezed her knees together.
All right, all right, Nilüfer said. Go quietly. I ll serve them.
0rem ducked under the fabric at the back of the tent, thankful to
have a rear escape. At the apartment, the only way out had been
through the front door, past her father and his inquiries.
She saw Dylan walking down the hill toward town. She looked
back at the tent to make sure no one was watching. The wind was
down today, so the fabric was still. She couldn t see in, so she figured
they couldn t see out. She ran down the hill and caught up with him
near the old, crumbled walls of the town.
Dylan.
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He stopped and wiped his eyes with his shirtsleeve before turning
around.
That asshole, he said. His eyes narrowed to arrow points.
She touched his forearm.
Shh, she said. It s okay. But she knew it wasn t. Why was she
out here comforting him while his father was inside comforting her
brother?
We should have been in New Hampshire, but he wanted to stay.
He threw an angry hand in the direction of the tent. How can he be
glad she s dead?
She knew that he wished it was her brother that had died. As for
her, if one of them had to die, she preferred it was his mother. That
was natural, but still, it felt dangerous.
Shh, she said. He paced back and forth, occasionally looking
back at the tent. Shh, shh. She took his right hand and pulled him
toward her. She felt the round muscles in his palms, the warm blood
pulsing through his fingers. Your mother did a brave thing.
He was looking at her now, rage in his eyes.
She honors your name, 0rem said.
He laughed sarcastically and she let go of his hand, hurt by his dis-
dain.
I don t care about that, he said. I just want her back.
His eyes were as wide as a child s and she felt something snap in-
side her chest. She took both of his hands and pulled him toward
her, wrapping her arms around his waist. He dropped his head on her
shoulder and cried. The heat of his breath pushed the fabric of her
scarf against her neck. She felt his rib cage expand and contract. The
tips of her fingers brushed the muscles on either side of his spine and
she wanted to stay here, wanted to feel each muscle and tendon heave
against his bones; she wanted to feel the whole composition of his
frame, but then he stopped and lifted his head.
There they are, he said.
She let go of him immediately and brushed her hands across the
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fabric of her blouse, trying to smooth away the wrinkles pressed in the
shape of his body.
what were you doi ng with that boy? her father said as Dylan
and his father walked away, down the hill.
He was upset, she said.
I thought you went to the W.C.
She self-consciously tucked a strand of hair beneath her head scarf.
I did, she said, and when I came back I saw him there.
Everyone can see you touching him, Sinan said.
She looked around, briefly embarrassed, until she realized that
there were a half-dozen people here, huddled under handmade tents,
wondering how they were going to get their next meal. How could
they care?
His father doesn t love him, she said.
A father always loves his son.
He leaves crying over his mother and his father just stays inside
sipping tea; just leaves him alone. She hesitated before saying it. A
father should care more.
Go inside, he said quietly. He sounded hurt.
She waited a few moments, even a moment or two longer than she
should have, before entering the tent. Inside, she joined her mother in
the makeshift kitchen and washed the teapots and cups in buckets of
gray water. Her father didn t come in for a few minutes and she started
washing the cups she had just washed, rubbing the edges with the
mildewy rag over and over again. What would he say to her mother?
Had he gone to get Dylan to do something horrible? When he did come
inside, she watched him sit down on the pillows and finish his tea.
0rem, he said. Please get this cup, too.
He almost never said please, and she came to him silently and
took the cup, expecting something else, some retribution.
Thank you, he said, and stared out the door of the tent.
Chapt er 20
After the children had fallen asleep, sinan and Nilüfer
argued in whispers. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]