O is to cry along  of t tears, and I, too, beat my c in mourning and  ty maiden beside me, leaning on ely different frame of mind, I ouciful life. If I could cry like t once a , I mig o roam treets all day just to make ends meet, forget being mocked for my ermouther.

    I like social gat to my ’s content, and, at time, forget t I’m t candy, marzipan bread and fruit leat and tea-cup pastries of circumcision ceremonies; drinking sour-c at celebrations an in ting everyt ossing do by t wakes.

    I quietly slipped into t on my s doairs. Before I turned into tc an odd noise coming t to table. I took a feeps in t direction and glanced inside to discover t S and Oried up t of painting e grandfats and brusry to escape,  said and slapped the boy.

    “My dear cle no  eac?” I said in a voice as velvety as I could muster.

    “Mind your own affairs!” S sed.

    I noticed tened, blond-er of tormenting standing beside tever reason, I felt for ely. Forget about it, noher!

    In tc me suspiciously.

    “I’ve cried myself dry, er.”

    Sly. Before I drank it, I stared into her eyes, swollen from weeping.

    “Poor Enised. “People’s mout like bags t can be cinchere was foul play involved.”

    In an exaggerated gesture, s oes. ted  looking at me said, “May God protect us from baseless slander.”

    gesture confirmed  to ruth.

    “’s going on?” I asked abruptly, w.

    Indecisive ood t ty over Ser Enis  tears.

    “’s to become of me, now?” she said.

    “S of giving neing up ts of o smell anot eachem.

    tling off ant from turists division reets over; t’s from t- one, terrupted her.

    “Kalbiye, te Elegant Effendi’s  come to offer  send  send any her!”

    Sco t of tairs. I folloo e.

    “t Effendi and my fat’s funeral,  to t to know w’s going on,” Shekure said.

    “I’ll go rig,” I said, anticipating Ss.

    Since I kept our c brief, syard bit into us, ood t moving. Afterroked my beautiful Shekure’s hair.

    “Esther, I’m afraid,” she said.

    “My dear, don’t be afraid,” I said. “Every cloud has a silver lining. Look, you’re finally married.”

    “But I’m not sure I did t t’s   near me. I spent t beside my unfortunate father.”

    S me in a  said, You understand w I mean.

    “ your  to you.”

    tely opened te and read, but time s tell me  contained.

    S to be discreet;  alone in tyard er, reattacter of t morning, he women mourning inside. Meanwhile, hayriye

    came out of to open t, “tyard gate.

    “It’s been quite some time since o the heavens.”

    S t sky, recited a long prayer.

    I suddenly felt so distant and estranged from S it  . As soon as sty Sionately on both cheeks.

    “Esthis world for me or my children.”

    It pleased me t s mention her new husband’s name.

    “Go to Elegant Effendi’s alk casually to  send us any  me knoely .”

    “Do you have any messages for hasan?” I said.

    I felt embarrassed, not because I’d asked tion, but because I couldn’t look o cover up my embarrassment, I stopped  sacaste. “And too.”

    It made me o see Sly as if everything were happening as planned.

    I grabbed my bundle and left. I’d taken no more teps reet.  come from tell from  te pleased  to dampen s, I left treet, entered table roor Mos suc sadness upon me  I invariably forgot I’d been co find a buyer for ty.

    t Effendi’s  provoked no sadness. I  in and out of ted   and misery or anger and rebellion (altions). Kalbiye aken of t realized t to en my work.

    As ed o  all ors came to pity  o ness ly rejoice in tter situations; tries s, but  straigo t of tter forgoing any floalk. ernoon, just as Kalbiye  to take a consoling nap ake no interest in test silks from C even pretend to open my bundle, but came rigo t and described teary-eyed S ened So t s your feelings, he same sorrow,” I said.

    Arrogantly, Kalbiye confirmed t s asked after S visited to express o prepare and send any  s conceal: t t ment   of entry t your sted Esttempted to discover tances of Kalbiye’s anger.

    It didn’t take long for Kalbiye to admit t s e Eniso trated manuscript  in peace,  agreed to ra silver coins, but because Enis an. e  tions Eniso gild ed pages into full-blorations, pictures moreover t bore to lose sig and  Effendi, siously added t all ts arose gradually rat once, and since poor Elegant Effendi never found anyt ant sacrilege, o dismiss ed   unsettled  as  certain scoundrels at te devotion to tood very  t of envy of alent and artistry.

    A large, glimmering tear slid from Kalbiye’s gleaming eye do opportunity, your good-ed Esto find Kalbiye a better ly lost.

    “My late  often siously. “Based on oget everyt of trations t took o Enis night.”

    te and S to mention t Enis me from ted anoty bet my merciless matc Suation  Kalbiye knoly :

    “Sold me to tell you t if ss to say t ser and as a o t te Elegant Effendi left  nigion e Effendi? Did you ever consider t ’ve been going to meet somebody else?”

    “this was found on his person,” she said.

    Sained embroidery needles, pieces of clot.

    ook up t, I say of s er. I’d just determined s.

    “ late Elegant Effendi only did gilding work. o render a horse.”

    Your elderly Est tc s quite make anythem.

    “If I o take to Se pleased,” I said.

    “If So see tc  t of conceit.