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‘One must listen to God.’
‘Well, God should speak up. He mumbles.’
‘He has made us his messengers.’
‘How nice for him that he has his own staff and some out-of-town offices.’
‘We are his sheep?’
‘I didn’t mean that kind of staff.’
?’as well as his wolves.’
‘That sounds really, really complicated.’
‘Mankind is the source of all suffering.’
‘And the source of all God.’ I had crossed a line. ‘But as I said, the creation is often greater than what created it.’
Hubris or intelligent design’
He was silent, with a smile that wasn’t a smile. I found myself falling toward him, as if the rush of feeling tearing
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through me could magically be made into useful affection: perhaps if I tried to kiss him’but he pulled away. And
then slowly I got up, stepped back, one careful step at a time as he spoke. My crabapple branch had fallen near
‘There are a billion Muslims in the world,’ he said.
‘So, what’ I should be able to find another one?’
He fixed me with a powerful stare. He had that ability to summon up great concentration in his face and eyes.
‘There is that possibility.’ For a moment pity for us both glistened his eyes. ‘You can’t get blood from a stone,’
he said sadly. Referring, I supposed, to love. It was an expression he liked and had used before with me.
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‘You can?’
‘One can. You can.’
‘How is that done?’
‘You go to a quarry.’
‘A quarry?’
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He laughed.
‘The Koran doesn’t prohibit you from laughing at gruesome humor?’ I would mock him a little’why not’
‘No,’ he said.
‘In every book there’s a lot of white spaces?’
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That is good.’
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‘A Jew?’
‘Yes.’ This pronouncing voice did not sound like him, and he could see that I could hear that and seemed to give
me a small, quick breaking-character smile meant to slip out and be received by me beneath this script of
departure.
‘That means you aren’t going to tell me anything more, are you.’ I began to twist the bottom hem of my T-shirt
into a coil. In life, as in movies,tcos gold, one sometimes could mistake a robot for a living being. ‘What’s happened to
your voice’ You’re speaking without contractions. How can you be from New Jersey?’
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have a kind of wisdom, very mistaken, but a mistake of some power to you and so you will sadly treasure it and
grow it.’
‘How about if I first just find out who you are.’ I had been the minibar’and not the minbar’in this temporary
room of lodging. It was BYOB and I had brought the beer. ‘You are a haddi: some sort of jihadist.’
‘It is not the jihad that is the wrong thing. It is the wrong things that are the wrong things.’
‘Thank you, holy warrior, for the Islamofascist lecture.’
‘As Muhammad said, we do not know God as we should.’
‘And whose fault is that’ That’s not yours or mine! Maybe God has not stepped forward enough. Maybe God has
not done a sufficient job of meet-and-greet.’
I suddenly felt like an old Indian chief, one who sees that the world has changed irrevocably, and that the
younger generation would never know the old one, even the strongest, slumped on their horses at the end of
some trail. But if Reynaldo could feel the uncertainty of his own path, perhaps we could feel our despair
together. Despite everything, I had not thought of him as irretrievably religious. He would not eat a bratwurst,star wars galaxies credits,
but who could blame him’ The hot ones snapped with fat when you bit in. The cold ones were death itself ‘
‘I didn’t know you had all this blasphemy in you,’ he said. Was that a smile’
‘Yeah, well, sometimes the creation exceeds the creator. You know’ A computer can beat a chess champion, a
son can outsmart a father.’ I would not get into Frankenstein. ‘Maybe the Bible, with its vain, wailing God, is
telling us that the creation, too, is more divine than the Creator. Look at that! I’ve said that and not been smote!’
‘Sometimes these things take time,’ he said.
‘The smoting?’
‘Sure. Everything.’
‘Great.’ And then I added, ‘How about a kinder, gentler jihad?’

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holding it. In its droop I could see it already beginning to fail, an aspect of flowers I had studied in paintings of
them.
‘I’m moving to London,cheap rs money,’ he said. ‘I’ve had the xylophone sent to your apartment. It should show up there in a
few days. Mary-Emma can play it there. And you, too, of course.’
Was the Jack London poster a clue’ A code’ Everything had grown strange. Things between us were dissolving
like an ice cube in a glass: the smaller it got, the faster it disappeared. Thus would the whole world end, I’d been
told.
‘I’m not part of a cell,’ he said.
‘That never crossed my mind.’ Though now it did. He had accepted some assignment. That must have been it.
There was some manipulative mullah in his life’rumors abounded of quiet recruitment everywhere, though these
were whispered and sometimes whispered as jokes. ‘Why London?’
‘The English are simultaneously critical and stiffly uncomplaining’a stage Americans bypassed altogether,
having gone from a dullard’s stoicism to a neurotic’s whining in less than half a century.’
‘That is such a bullshit answer.’
‘I’m part of an Islamic charity for Afghan children. That is all. They think I’m part of a cell. I’m not. If anyone
asks you,rs money, if they question you when I’m gone, please tell them that I’m not.’
There was no room in this conversation for ‘What about us?’ The conversational space had suddenly filled with
other creatures. Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.
‘You are Brazilian. What kind of cell would you be part of’ A bikini wax cell?’ I had once found a copy of a
lingerie catalog in his pile of newspapers. When I picked it up and looked closely, the address label bore my own
name. On one of the few occasions I’d had him over he had apparently taken it from my apartment, unbeknownst
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I had refused to think about for very long came blowing back as if by dusty gusts aimed to tear up the eyes.
‘I’m not Brazilian.’
‘You’re not?’ Of course he wasn’t. Why hadn’t I figured that out’ Where were the bossa novas’ Why did he not
know a single phrase of ‘The Girl from Ipanema?’
‘About that I lied.’
‘Why’ Where are you from?’ Perhaps he would turn out to know the words to ‘Kashmiri Love Song,’ my
favorite song by Rudolph Valentino. My hands were truly pale! Even if he did not love them by the Shalimar.
My heart tapped against my chest like fingers on a tabletop.
‘Hoboken, New Jersey.’
‘Hoboken’ Like Frank Sinatra?’
He snickered a little, a look of hard pedantry in his eyes. ‘Even the very first revolution in America was
conducted from New Jersey.’
‘Gambling and disease. Right from the start. Are we doing American history?’ I looked at his familiar and
beautiful face. He was leaving me as mysteriously as he had first appeared. An agony. The exit like the

claimed her. Only two even looked up. Edward appeared behind her and touched her arm and she turned. Then
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had gone and the kids said ‘awesome’ or ’sucky?’there was no middle ground, nothing that wasn’t a thrill or a
debacle. I loved the way the black women grabbed their boys and pulled them close. I loved the white dads
carrying their black daughters up high. Only Mary-Emma with her little smile said nothing at all as one by one
the children left her room. Downstairs, I heard Sarah’s voice alone with Edward in the kitchen.
‘You emptied the top rack of the dishwasher but not the bottom, so the clean dishes have gotten all mixed up
with the dirty ones’and now you want to have sex?’
Was I hearing things’ Was this the grassroots whimpering of an important social movement, or was it a small,
deep madness’ If two things fell in the forest and made the same sound, which was the tree’
I picked up Mary-Emma. With a clean wipe I dabbed at some chocolate near her mouth. ‘Go hug your mama,’ I
said, putting her back down and sending her dashing into the kitchen to interrupt them.
I called ‘Good night’ and slipped out the door. Out of politeness I left quickly to go live my life. I had not ridden
my Suzuki but still put my hair in a scarf, as if I had. I was a sharmoota, with a hijab tied not properly, under the
chin, but’a concession, the middle ground’behind, at the nape of my neck, like Grace Kelly in The Country Girl .
Or was it Rear Window’ I walked and walked and then, as in my recurrent dreams where I was flying but only a
few inches off the ground, unambitiously but still airborne, I began slightly to run. On my way, I broke off a
blossoming stem from a neighbor’s crab-apple tree and through the moist April night I made a brisk, hot beeline
toward Reynaldo’s. I would put the stem in water when I got to his place.
But when I got there something was wrong. There was no light coming from his windows. I climbed the stairs
and tapped on his door. Uneasiness coursed through me,wow gold, and finding the door unlocked, I slowly turned the knob
and went in. I found him sitting in what had become an emptied darkened apartment, in the middle of the floor,
with his laptop blazing its light up at him. It reminded me of the aluminum foil we would put on my mother’s old
album covers in order to catch the sun in summer and burn the pallor from our faces. All the other furnishings
were gone. Everything’the bed, the xylophone, the table. On the wall was a single poster, white letters on
black:A vast silence reigned over the land. The land itself was a desolation,rose online zuly, lifeless, without movement, so lone
and cold that the spirit of it was not even that of sadness. There was a hint in it of laughter, but a laughter more
terrible than any sadness ‘ I knew it was from the opening page of White Fang, a book I had read in seventh
grade. I had never seen this hanging in his room before, though maybe now it simply stood out, being the only
thing there besides Reynaldo himself and his laptop. He slammed the laptop cover down and looked up at me, or
at least toward me. He was sitting on his prayer rug, which was facing east. I remember when I had thought it
was a yoga mat, like my brother’s. I kicked off my shoes at the door, as he sometimes liked me to do, but I was
not relaxed: my jackhammering heart was rising to my throat. The thought occurred to me that so much vibration
might loosen my fillings.
‘Hello,’ he said, unsmilingly and as if from a great bleak distance. He flashed the light from a key chain my way,
then lay it on the floor where it was our only illumination. He glanced at my face and then away. There was a
cup of tea on the floor beside him, and he picked it up and drank from it while looking at the wall. I had seen this
exact same expression and movement before’where’ (Edward. I’d seen it in him the very first day I met him.) In
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homeless person sleeping in his windowless car is expressing his humanness’ And yet everyone breezes by and
carries on. It makes bullshit of our finest intentions.’
I had seen bullshit. I had seen chickens run after it and eat it warm.
‘All I know is, gee whiz, you water your plant! A plant you would water! A deformed child no?’
‘Would anyone like some water’ Is your wine OK?’
‘No, it’s not OK! I need another one!’
‘I thought we were supposed to be talking about interracial families.’
‘Sonya won’t stay on subject.’
I had once seen a comedy sketch in which a host chloroformed a dinner guest to keep him from saying one more
word.
‘Everything’s genetic! It seems there’s a gene for everything! Sad but true, or maybe not so sad.’
‘Or maybe not so true.’
‘All I know is that our son has the jock gene. And he is adopted’obviously. Not one person in our extended
family has this gene. We go to all his games and he’s like a Greek god out there, and we are in the stands looking
like the peanut vendors.’
I could hear Edward’s voice. Proximity to science and scientists and academics had caused him to speak in a
kind of mimicry of professors. He would use the phraseif you will. A lot. ‘Let’s call it recombinant rehydration, if
you will.’ And Sarah’s voice would pounce. ‘Edward. Let me give you a pointer: Lose the if you wills.’
There was a long pause. ‘I would rather throw sand in my eyes.’
Some merriness. Most of the voices I never really recognized.
‘Just kidding.’
‘What melting pot’ It doesn’t really melt all the stuff you put in the pot. There is DWB, driving while black,cheap silkroad online gold, and
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‘I’m not that well read on the subject.’
‘Perhaps you are not that well read.’
‘Anyone who’s read all of Proust plusThe Man Without Qualities is bound to be missing a few other titles.’
‘I’m sure.’
‘You know those automobile window shades to prevent baby sunburn’ Did we need one’ Of course! But he
argued no’Edward, you did! You argued with me!’
‘Because she’s not white?’
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‘Here is my security system: me. A black man in the house. It scares away everyone.’
The soft weight of feet on the carpeted steps. I looked up from my place on the floor with Mary-Emma. A
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confusing to chldren who are adopted.’
‘I once heard I. B. Singer speak of the holocaust of chickens.’
‘And now there’s that other one, Peter Singer.’
‘Are you sure you don’t mean Pete Seeger?’
‘The ethicist who says kill the deformed babies but don’t eat meat.’
‘Oh, he’s a horse’s patoot.’
I had seen a horse’s patoot. I had seen plenty of them, and the large swatch of tail that like a creature unto itself
swept the flies away.
‘Too many Singers.’
‘Now we’re back to Sarah Vaughan. Yes. I’ll have a timbale.’
I’d seen a crock. I’d seen a horse’s patoot. It was a timbale that I’d never seen.
‘Too many Sarahs.’
‘No such thing!’
‘Too many timbales. Please! Have another one.’
‘There’s the argument that people are so cruel to one another that until we take care of that we’ll never get square
with animals.’
‘And then, as I was saying, there’s the argument that humanitarian practices with animals will cause us to
improve our relationship with people. We’ll say,star trek power leveling, ‘Wait a minute: We don’t even do this to animals. Why are we
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‘Sometimes it doesn’t matter where you begin.’
‘Is that really what the moral ethicists are saying now?’
‘I don’t know about them all. My field is actually dairy science.’
‘Their argument is that unless an animal is expressing all his native animalness,shaiya money, he is being cruelly used and his
life is unworthy. You would think that would then cause them to see death as a mercy. But the death is not the
issue. It’s the life.’
‘I would think the actual killing is the issue’how is it to be done?’
And here I thought I heard Sarah’s voice. ‘How to kill chickens: Enough to feed the planet’ I mean, have we
learned nothing from the Holocaust’ Can’t we just round them up and gas them?’
More laughter all around. ‘That would express the Jewishness of the chickens’or do I mean the chickenness of
the Jews?’
‘That’s why we got Israel,silkroad power leveling, baby. We’re not chicken anymore.’
‘This is such bullshit. Even humans don’t get to express the fullness of their native humanness. You think the

‘The rest of the world doesn’t understand the ungovernable diversity of this country.’
‘Diversity made even more extreme by capitalism.’
‘And by Karl Rove. I was once in a restaurant and saw Karl Rove sitting across the room. For five minutes I
thought:I could take this steak knife and walk over there and change history. Right now.’
‘And?’
‘Well, as you can see I chose to stay a free woman. Would anyone care for a timbale?’
‘Is there meat in them?’
‘Oh, stop already with the meat. She’s become an actual member of PETA.’
‘Not yet.’
‘No. That’s good. Though I give them ten years and you watch: they’ll win the Nobel Peace Prize. Last year I
gave them fifteen years, but I think the climate is changing very quickly in their favor. The rationale will be that
humane treatment of animals can only mean more humane treatment of people.’
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‘I have a problem with these animal rights people.’
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saying a cow is a person.?’
‘A species-ist!’
‘There are Austrians saying that chimpanzees are people.’
‘And don’t get me started with the primate research. There is such eagerness to lump black people with apes.
Beasts of any kind.’
‘That’s done even to the Jews.’
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‘What do you mean, ‘even?”
‘I mean nothing. I meant even chickens. I’ve heard the PETA people compare what goes on with chickens to
what went on with the Jews.’
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off?’
‘Your sense of humor is too dark.’
‘Don’t say ‘dark.’ It’s racist.’
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‘The internal segregation of even integrated schools is famous.’
‘They have no concrete agenda other than that?’
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‘It’s pretty much a crock.’
I had seen quite a few crocks in my life’some of them moldering in barns, some cracked, some of them beautiful.
All of them empty. I couldn’t remember a one that had had anything in it.
‘It sure does give you a sense of what it is to be African-American in this world.’
‘Well, yes and no.’
‘Sorry to bring up hair again: Someone mentioned someone before, a woman who can do black hair’ I need an
address. I’m getting grief for Emmie’s afro.’
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‘Elva down on South Elm can’she is cool and loves the kids. On Christmas she goes down to the homeless
shelters and gives everyone free haircuts, black or white.’
‘Is this Sarah Vaughan on the stereo?’
‘Sure is.’
‘Man, listen to her scat.’
‘And you say you don’t believe in such a thing as black culture.’
‘I don’t.’
‘Ever heard Julie Andrews scat?’
‘I don’t believe in gay culture or white culture or female culture or any of that. It’s just so ?’
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‘Ever heard Julie Andrews at all?’
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I didn’t know what they were talking about most of the time. But sometimes, in recalling certain remarks, the
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of glass. I’d seen scat! And now here it was as an admirable thing.
‘Vaughan takes ‘Autumn Leaves’ and turns it intoFinnegans Wake.’
‘Is that your argument?’
‘Yeah. Kind of an Irish one: over beer. I am drinking beer.’
‘When we were in France, the French customs officials looked at us in a bewildered way. ‘But look,’ they said,
as if they were pointing out something we had failed to notice. ‘You are white and your son is black’how can this
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radio.
‘The healthcare system and the school system and social security have to have means testing. It has to be the
reverse of the way it’s been: poor people in, rich people out.’
‘This whole racial blindness thing. These people who insist they don’t notice what color other people are.
These parents who come to pick up their kids at daycare and pretend they’ve never noticed Jared’s skin. I wanna
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‘The phraserace card, as in ‘playing the race card,’ where did that come from?’
‘O.J.’
‘Before that, I think.’
‘Race card’what the hell does that even mean’ Another white idea.’
‘Hey, as I said, we white people had a lot of bright ideas.’
‘A black person can’t accuse a white person of playing the race card, as the white race card is played every day.’
‘In fact, it’s not really even a card. It’s more like a deck.’
‘It’s more like the whole game.’
‘Do you know Alta?’
‘She’s an awful fake poet. Oops’did I say that?’
‘I do feel I know a whole lot about her body just by reading her work.’
‘Oh,rs gold, her work is so fake, that’s not even her body.’
‘A poet with a body double.’
‘I would like a body double’just for grocery shopping.’
‘Do you get those looks in the aisles when you’re with your kid’ That look that saysI see you’ve been messing
around with colored people’we hope you’re paying cash.’
‘I think I know what you mean.’
‘The suspiciousness.’
‘And the suspiciousness of religion, too. I find that antiblack.’
‘Don’t get me started on Islam.’ It was the don’t-get-me-started-on-Islam person.
‘What is the purpose of busing’ They bus in the poor black kids and then segregate them anyway, sticking them
in the basement, in the shop classes.’
‘Were you here last week’ Or was it longer ago that we were already talking about that?’
‘When I first brought Kaz in to have him tested,rose online zuly, to see whether he should be entering school as a first-grader or a
kindergartner’ And I sat outside the room listening while this lady gave him some crazy-ass test that went’Foot
is to shoe as blank is to muff.’ He was five years old! How’s he supposed to know what a muff is?’
‘Someday he will!’
‘Stop! I mean, that is just the most antique and ridiculous analogy! I think he said something completely random
like ‘rabbit.’ And afterward she came out to me with this worried look and said he was learning disabled and we
would have to put him in special ed. He was five years old!’
‘They track them early, for funding purposes. They need the numbers to be high enough for hiring. So the black

‘Immigration status and all that.’
‘Oh, no. No problem there. How do you think Mohamed Atta got in’ It’s easy. Hasta la vista,buy rose zuly, baby.’
‘I wonder if Mohamed Atta ever said ‘Hasta la vista,?’ I said now.
‘Oh, I’m sure he did,’ Reynaldo said quite seriously.
And then he would turn me over and begin to massage me, his fingers made of some kind of steel, and like the
cracker and digger used to splay open a lobster his hands dug in. The muscles of my back and neck and legs slid
apart, and even my feet seemed to spread like the bones of a fan. When I would reciprocate he would say, ‘Take
your long guitar nails and scratch my back,’ and so I would.
‘Where does it itch?’ I would ask.
‘Uh, yes, over there.’
‘Don’t do that there-over-there thing. You’ve gotta say up, down, left, or right.’
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‘See, no, don’t do that back-and-over stuff.’
‘I said ‘right.?’
‘But not the directional right. I’m not a psychic. The itch travels. But the?’
?’witch does not?’
‘Yeah, the witch does not ?’
‘Ah, but she is lovely.’
Most everything was beyond words, in a plateau of pleasure and pain that lifted out the tongue and stomped it on
the floor.
On the other hand,world of warcraft gold, for him I seemed just a diversion. After lovemaking he would turn on his back and stretch and
proclaim his relaxation.
‘Relaxed’ You just feel relaxed’that’s it?’
‘Oh, no,’ he said, turning to look at me. ‘I also see fireworks and Jesus flying by in a cape and all that.’
‘Good!’ I would let him mock me. I would find any time, any moment, any excuse to get on my Suzuki and
zoom over to him. I would go bareheaded, letting my hair whip stick-straight in the wind. I had stopped wearing
my helmet in all things, though I would sometimes don a muslin headscarf to keep my hair out of my teeth, and
would walk into his apartment wearing it. He thought I’d called it ‘Muslim’ rather than ‘muslin.’ He would place
his hands on my head as if he were blessing me. ‘You could have my child,’ he would whisper, and I would hum
and nod and say ‘OK.’ But it was Mary-Emma, whom I already loved, whom I would imagine us having, we
would have her, and love her, her giggle, her smile, her caramel skin. And sometimes it was true: the three of us
would go out together, and we were like a family. If he had loved me, or even if he’d just have said so, I would
have died of happiness. But it didn’t happen. So I didn’t die of happiness. Words for a tombstone: SHE DIDN’T
DIE OF HAPPINESS.
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