advised in the ways of the world attended to details the way Shekure did; they
would’ve lessened the work for us both by half。 More importantly; they
would’ve ended up in better marriages。
“What does the other one write?” I asked anyway。
“I don’t intend to read Hasan’s letter right now;” she answered。 “Does
Hasan know that Black’s returned to Istanbul?”
“He doesn’t even know he exists。”
“Do you speak with Hasan?” she asked; opening wide her beautiful black
eyes。
“As you’ve requested。”
“Yes?”
“He’s in agony。 He’s deeply in love with you。 Even if your heart belongs to
another; it’ll be difficult ever to be free of him now。 By accepting his letters
you’ve greatly encouraged him。 Be wary of him; however。 For not only does he
want to make you return there; but by establishing that his older brother has
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died; he’s preparing to marry you。” I smiled to soften the weight of these
words and so as not to be reduced to being that malcontent’s mouthpiece。
“What’s the other one say; then?” she asked; but did she herself know
whom she was inquiring after?
“The miniaturist?”
“My mind’s all ajumble;” she said suddenly; perhaps afraid of her own
thoughts。 “It seems that matters will bee even more confused。 My father’s
growing older。 What’ll bee of us; of these fatherless children? I sense an
evil approaching; that the Devil is preparing some mischief for us。 Esther; tell
me something that will hearten me。”
“Don’t you fret in the slightest; my dearest Shekure;” I said as emotion
welled up within me。 “You’re truly intelligent; you’re very beautiful。 One day
you’ll sleep in the same bed with your handsome husband; you’ll cuddle with
him; and having forgotten all your worries; you’ll be happy。 I can read this in
your eyes。”
Such affection rose within me that my eyes filled with tears。
“Fine; but which one will bee my husband?”
“Isn’t that wise heart of yours giving you an answer?”