not to disappoint her; I waited and ate two full ladles with fresh bread。 She’d
also made a nice pote of stewed grapes。 Without any hesitation; I
requested some rose…petal jam; a spoonful of which I stirred into the pote
before topping off my meal。 Afterward; I went on to deliver the letters to my
melancholy Shekure。
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I; SHEKURE
I was in the midst of folding and putting away the clothes that had been
washed and hung out to dry yesterday when Hayriye announced Esther had
e…or; this was what I planned to tell you。 But why should I lie? All right
then; when Esther arrived; I was spying on my father and Black through the
closet peephole; impatiently waiting for the letters from Black and Hasan; and
thus; my mind was preoccupied with her。 Just as I sensed that my father’s
fears of death were justified; I also knew Black’s interest in me wasn’t eternal。
He was in love insofar as he wanted to be married; and because he wanted to
be married; he easily fell in love。 If not me; he’d love。 If not me; he’d marry
another; taking care to fall in love with her beforehand。
In the kitchen; Hayriye sat Esther in a corner and handed her a glass of
rosewater sherbet; as she gave me a guilty look。 I realized that since Hayriye
had bee my father’s mistress; she might be reporting to him everything
she sees。 I’m afraid that this may indeed be the case。
“My black…eyed girl; my dark…fortuned beauty; my stunning beauty of
beauties; I was delayed because Nesim; my pig of a husband; kept me occupied
with all sorts of nonsense;” said Esther。 “You have no husband senselessly
haranguing you; and I hope you know the value of this。”
She took out the letters; I snatched them from her hand。 Hayriye withdrew
to a corner where she wouldn’t be in the way; but could still hear everything
that passed between us。 So Esther wouldn’t be able to see my expression; I
turned my back on her and read Black’s letter first。 When I thought about the
house of the Hanged Jew; I shuddered for a moment。 “Don’t be afraid;
Shekure; you can manage in any situation;” I said to myself and began reading
Hasan’s letter。 He was on the verge of madness:
Shekure; I’m burning with desire; yet I know you’re not in the least concerned。
In my dreams; I see myself chasing you over deserted hilltops。 Every time you leave
one of my letters—that I know you read—unanswered; a three…feathered arrow
pierces my heart。 I’m writing in hopes that you’ll respond this time。 The word is
out; everyone’s spreading the news; even your children are saying it: You’ve
dreamed that your husband has died; and now you claim that you’re free。 I cannot
say whether or not it’s true。 What I do know is that you’re still married to my
older brother and bound to this household。 Now that my father finds me justified;