Chapter 13

           

           Iawoketothesoundoftheezanbeingcalledsomewherenearby,poetryturnedquerulousandmetallicinthemultiplethroatsofamosque’sloudspeakers.ItwasasoundI’dlastheardintheskiesoverZihicceonSharya,andithadbeenshortlyfollowedbytheshrillaerialscreamofmarauderbombs.Abovemyhead,lightstreameddownthroughthelatticedbarsofanornatewindow.Therewasadull,bloatedfeelinginmygutsthattoldmemyperiodwasdue.

           Isatuponthewoodenfloorandlookeddownatmyself.They’dsleevedmeinawoman’sbody,young,nomorethantwentyyearsoldwithcopper-sheenedskinandaheavybellofblackhairthat,whenIputmyhandstoit,feltlankanddirtywiththeonsetoftheperiod.MyskinwasfaintlygreasyandfromsomewhereIgottheideathatIhadnotbathedinawhile.Iwasclothedinaroughkhakishirtseveralsizestoobigformysleeveandnothingelse.Beneathit,mybreastsfeltswollenandtender.Iwasbarefoot.

           Igotupandwenttothewindow.Therewasnoglassbutitwaswellabovemynewheadheight,soIhauledmyselfuponthebarsandpeeredout.Asun-drenchedlandscapeofpoorlytiledroofsstretchedawayasfarasIcouldsee,forestedwithlistingreceptoraerialsandancientsatellitedishes.Aclusterofminaretsspearedthehorizonofftotheleftandanascendingaircrafttrailedalineofwhitevapoursomewherebeyond.Theairthatblewthroughwashotandhumid.

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