I ting lentil soup on tor at t burn,”  a couple of turns in t .

    t not pity for o ask w had happened.

    “Don’t boto come inside,” I said, “I’ll be out as soon as I ches.”

    I donned ts t I o Ramadan festivities, s and lengtook up my c back,” I said to poor Nesim.

    Black and I reet in my little Jetles force out team, and I said:“Shekure’s former husband is back.”

    Black fell silent and stayed t il  the waning day.

    “ime later.

    From tion I guessed t S at  t S once t t, I opened a door of acking to tatement.

    “urned o my eyes.

    “I  seen  from the house.”

    “?”

    “From your face.”

    “tell me everything,” he said decisively.

    Black roubled  understand t Esternally at ternally to tell everyted to continue to be the doors of so many unhappy homes.

    “ I’ve  ted your  ened old S t  ernoon, and t if  find S’s motful . S told to ed cautiously, but couldn’t come to a decision. toernoon, S left to be her.”

    “hings?”

    “ Sold you about  to get o ime ters to Shrough me.”

    “Did so them?”

    “I knoies of anbul,” I said proudly, “to her house, her husband and her honor as Shekure is.”

    “But I am her husband now.”

    typically male uncertainty t alo o pieces.

    “e a note and gave it to me to deliver to S described  o a turn of imate ceremony,  o be her and how he was never going back.”

    “how did Shekure respond?”

    “Sed for you all t h poor Orhan.”

    “ about ha