was wed; and have two strong and spirited sons。 One of them is Orhan; he’s the
one whom you saw just now e to the workshop。 While I’ve been awating the
return of my husband these four years; little else has entered my thoughts。 I might
feel lonely; hopeless and weak living with my two children and an elderly father。 I
miss the strength and protection of a man; but let no one assume he might take
advantage of my situation。 Therefore; it would please me if you ceased calling on
us。 You did embarrass me once before; and afterward; I had to endure much
suffering to regain my honor in my father’s eyes! Along with this letter; I’m also
returning the picture you painted and sent to me when you were an impulsive
youth with his wits not yet about him。 I do this so you won’t harbor any false
hopes or misread any signs。 It’s a mistake to believe that one could fall in love
gazing at a picture。 It’d be best if you stopped ing to our house pletely。
My poor Shekure; you’re neither a nobleman nor a pasha with a fancy seal
to stamp your letter! At the bottom of the page; she signed the first letter of
her name; which looked like a small; frightened bird。 Nothing more。
I said “seal。” You’re probably wondering how I open and close these wax…
sealed letters。 But in fact the letters aren’t sealed at all。 “That Esther is an
illiterate Jew;” my dear Shekure had assumed。 “She’ll never understand my
writing。” True; I can’t read what’s written; but I can always have someone else
read it。 And as for what’s not written; I can quite readily “read” that myself。
Confused; are you?
Let me put it this way; so even the most thick…headed of you will
understand:
A letter doesn’t municate by words alone。 A letter; just like a book; can
be read by smelling it; touching it and fondling it。 Thereby; intelligent folk will
say; “Go on then; read what the letter tells you!” whereas the dull…witted will
say; “Go on then; read what he’s written!” Listen; now; to what else Shekure
said:
1。 Though I’ve sent this letter in secret; by relying on Esther; who’s made
letter…delivery a matter of merce and custom; I’m signifying that I don’t
intend to conceal that much at all。
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2。 That I’ve folded it up like a French pastry implies secrecy and mystery;
true。 But the letter isn’t sealed and there’s a huge picture enclosed。 The
apparent implication is; “Pray; keep our secret at all costs;” which more befits
an invitation to love than a letter of rebuke。
3。 Furthermore; the smell of the letter confirms this interpretation。 The
fragrance was faint enough to be ambiguous—did she intentionally perfume