father; Hasan or Black; her problem wasn’t finding a husband she could love;
her challenge was to find a father who would love these boys; both of whom
were wide…eyed with fear。 Shekure was ready; with the best of intentions; to
love any good husband。
“You’re seeking what you want with your heart;” I said unthinkingly;
“whereas you need to be making decisions with your mind。”
“I’m prepared to go back to Black immediately with the children;” she said;
“but I have certain conditions!” She fell quiet。 “He must treat Shevket and
Orhan y reasons for ing here。 Above all; he
must abide by our original conditions of marriage—he’ll know what I’m
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talking about。 He left me all alone to fend for myself last night against
murderers; thieves and Hasan。”
“He hasn’t yet found your father’s murderer; but he told me to tell you he
has。”
“Should I go to him?”
Before I could answer; the former father…in…law; who’d long since finished
reading the note; said; “Tell Black Effendi I can’t take the responsibility of
handing over my daughter…in…law without my son being present。”
“Which son?” I said for the sake of being shrewish; but softly。
“Hasan;” he said。 Since he was a man of etiquette; he blushed。 “My oldest
son is on his way back from Persia; there are witnesses。”
“Where’s Hasan?” I asked。 I ate two spoonfuls of the soup Shekure had
offered me。
“He went to gather the clerks; porters and other men of the Customs
Office;” he said in the childish manner of decent yet dull men who cannot lie。
“After what the Erzurumis did yesterday; the Janissaries are certain to be on
the streets tonight。”
“We didn’t see anything of the sort;” I said as I walked toward the door。 “Is
this all you have to say?”
I asked this question of the father…in…law to intimidate him; but Shekure
knew full well that I was really addressing her。 Was her head truly this
befuddled or was she hiding something; for example; was she awaiting the