“He sent this to you。”
Though she said; “No more;” she immediately opened the small note and
read; but this time she didn’t tell me what it contained。
She was right to be discreet; we weren’t alone in the courtyard where we’d
stood embracing: Above us; a smirking carpenter; reattaching the shutter of
the hall window; which fell and broke for some unknown reason that
morning; was also eyeing both us and the women mourning inside。
Meanwhile; Hayriye came out of the house and rushed to open the door for
the son of a loyal neighbor who’d called out; “the halva’s here;” as he knocked
on the courtyard gate。
“It’s been quite some time since we buried him;” said Shekure。 “I can now
sense that my poor father’s soul is leaving his body for good and rising into
the heavens。”
She removed herself from my arms; and gazing up at the bright sky; recited
a long prayer。
I suddenly felt so distant and estranged from Shekure that it wouldn’t have
surprised me if I were the cloud she was gazing at。 As soon as she finished her
prayer; pretty Shekure kissed me affectionately on both cheeks。
“Esther;” she said; “so long as my father’s murderer roams free; there’ll be
no peace in this world for me or my children。”
It pleased me that she didn’t mention her new husband’s name。
“Go to Elegant Effendi’s house; talk casually to his widow and learn why
they didn’t send us any halva。 Let me know immediately what you find out。”
“Do you have any messages for Hasan?” I said。
I felt embarrassed; not because I’d asked this question; but because I
couldn’t look her in the eye as I did so。 To cover up my embarrassment; I
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stopped Hayriye and opened the lid of the pot she was holding。 “Ohh;” I said;
“semolina halva with pistachios;” as I had a taste。 “And they’ve added oranges;
too。”
It made me happy to see Shekure smile sweetly as if everything were
happening as planned。
I grabbed my bundle and left。 I’d taken no more than two steps when I saw