I AM ESTHER
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