wouldn’t be able to scare him。
“Of the two of us; you’re the one with more hope and the one with more
sadness;” I said。 “I’m just struggling not to be unhappy and to protect my
children; whereas you’re stubbornly trying to prove yourself。 It’s not because
you love me。”
He went on at length about how much he loved me; how he always thought
only of me in desolate caravansaries; on barren mountains and during snowy
nights。 If he hadn’t said these things; I would’ve awakened the children and
returned to my former husband’s house。 Because I had the urge; I said the
following:
“Sometimes it seems that my former husband might return at any time。 It’s
not that I fear being caught in the middle of the night with you or being
caught by the children; I’m afraid that as soon as we embrace he’ll e
knocking on the door。”
We heard the wailing of cats fighting for their lives just outside the
courtyard gate。 This was followed by a long silence。 I thought I might sob。 I
could neither set my candle holder down on the end table nor turn around
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and head to my room to be with my sons。 I told myself that I wouldn’t leave
this room until I was absolutely convinced that Black had nothing whatsoever
to do with my father’s death。
“You belittle us;” I said to Black。 “You’ve grown haughty since you married
me。 You clearly looked down on us because my husband was missing; and now
that my father’s been killed you find us even more pitiful。”
“My respected Shekure;” he said cautiously。 It pleased me that he’d begun
this way。 “You yourself know that none of this is true。 I’d do anything for
you。”
“Then get out of bed; and wait with me on your feet。”
Why had I said that I was waiting?
“I cannot;” he said; and in embarrassment; gestured to the quilt and his
nightgown。
He was right; but it annoyed me anyway that he wasn’t heeding my
request。
“Before my father was murdered; you entered this house cowering like a cat