s, t to depict t armies of black-ink letters, before presenting me  declaring t my Sacle to e remarriage. Neiting troom red, nor by situating ture  at t moment be expressed. Running back tnesses and oters, daugs, I set out on my return journey.

    After I crossed tly to tlar neige Imam Effendi, o perform ted everyone I sareet of c of jealousy over ttaining, I ran straigo Sreet. aken to edly on terra-cotta s because I  been able to grieve for my Enisear; even so, I kneigters and door of te tree t everything was proceeding as planned.

    I ing intuitively in a great e. I tossed a stone at tyard gate but missed! I tossed anot t landed on trated, I began pelting tones. A  ory ree. Orters I could ,  I took to mean “” and s the window.

    till plenty of time before evening. I ed y garden, aruck by ty of trees and treet. Before long,  like a servant, but rat nearing eaco trees.

    “Everyto  I’d obtained from to add, “I’ll see to t,” but instead blurted out, “he’s on his way. Shekure should be ready.”

    “No matter s a bride’s procession, follo. e’ve prepared a ste of pilaf s.”

    In ement, so tell me everyt I cut o be suce affair,” I cautioned, “; to do not it. All our

    efforts ect ourselves not only from  from te Effendi as  you afraid?”

    “ be?” so cry.

    “You’re not to tell anyone a te in clot tress and lay , not as a dead man, but as ttles of syrup by ters closed. Make certain t  as Se a  t minute, t’s all. ing t te Effendi’s last  be a jo