ves s made o  all t Ulu, I told my fat ion of love. At t time, Black  graduated from tauge neig of my fatence ttempting to obtain tronage of teemed Naim Pas according to my fat yet s about aken great pains to  as a clerk to begin, complained t  doing muco furt very nigo Black and me, my fat s very  regard for my moter than we’d supposed.”

    I remember  my fat my distance from Black and o visit our  I  explain all of t you’ll dislike my fato you, ions reasonable people immediately sense t love  anding ts of t, make a quick end

    of it by politely declaring, “t find us suitably matc’s just t is.” But, I’ll  my motimes, “At least don’t break t.” Black, y-four, and I   of  insolence,   her’s wishes.

    t forgotten ogetime   Istanbul,  ely out of our affections.

    Because  y for years, I deemed it appropriate to save ture oken of our co prevent my fater my soldier-ure and getting upset or jealous, I expertly concealed t appear as if someone o t later to be disguised as flourned t picture to oday, maybe to take a dim vie.

    o  t t, until I felt the evening air.

    t care reet  ters, Mesrure,  t inopportune times o told me t a person never knoly imes I’ll say somettering it t it is of my o no sooner do I arrive at t realization te is true.

    I urists my faten invited to t pretend I  spied on eac missing, mucunate ”  among t impoveris.

    I closed tters, left t doo tchen.

    “Mot didn’t listen to you,” Oraking  of table, S left tche peephole.”