same time; forget that I’m the black sheep of the crowd。 I love the baklava;
mint candy; marzipan bread and fruit leather of holidays; the pilaf with meat
and the tea…cup pastries of circumcision ceremonies; drinking sour…cherry
sherbet at celebrations held by the Sultan in the Hippodrome; eating
everything at weddings; and tossing down the sesame; honey or variously
flavored condolence halvas sent by the neighbors at wakes。
I quietly slipped into the hallway; put on my shoes and went downstairs。
Before I turned into the kitchen; I grew curious about an odd noise ing
through the half…open door of the room next to the stable。 I took a few steps
in that direction and glanced inside to discover that Shevket and Orhan had
tied up the son of one of the women mourners and were in the midst of
painting his face with their late grandfather’s paints and brushes。 “If you try
to escape; we’ll hit you like this;” Shevket said and slapped the boy。
“My dear child; play nice and gentle now; don’t hurt each other; all right?”
I said in a voice as velvety as I could muster。
“Mind your own affairs!” Shevket shouted。
I noticed the small; frightened; blond…haired sister of the boy they were
tormenting standing beside them; and for whatever reason; I felt for her
pletely。 Forget about it; now; Esther!
In the kitchen; Hayriye peered at me suspiciously。
“I’ve cried myself dry; Hayriye;” I said。 “For God’s sake; pour me a glass of
water。”
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She did so; silently。 Before I drank it; I stared into her eyes; swollen from
weeping。
“Poor Enishte Effendi; they say he was already dead before Shekure’s
wedding;” I mented。 “People’s mouths aren’t like bags that can be cinched
up; some even claim there was foul play involved。”
In an exaggerated gesture; she looked down at her toes。 Then she lifted her
head and without looking at me said; “May God protect us from baseless
slander。”
Her first gesture confirmed what I’d said; and moreover the cadence of her
words conveyed that they were spoken under duress—to hide the truth。