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so beautiful, and surely conflicts could be healed if others had experiences like this, and then he<br />
regarded Nadia and saw that she was regarding him and her eyes were like worlds.<br />
They did not hold hands until Saeed’s perspective had returned, hours later, not to normal, for he<br />
suspected it was possible he might never think of normal in the same way again, but to something<br />
closer to what it had been before they had eaten these shrooms, and when they held hands it was<br />
facing each other, sitting, their wrists resting on their knees, their knees almost touching, and then he<br />
leaned forward and she leaned forward, and she smiled, and they kissed, and they realized that it was<br />
dawn, and they were no longer hidden by darkness, and they might be seen from some other rooftop,<br />
so they went inside and ate the cold food, not much but some, and it was strong in flavor.<br />
• • •<br />
SAEED’S PHONE HAD DIED and he charged it in his family’s car from a backup battery source he kept in<br />
the glove compartment, and as his phone turned on it beeped and chirped with his parents’ panic, their<br />
missed calls, their messages, their mounting terror at a child not returned safely that night, a night<br />
when many children of many parents did not return at all.<br />
Upon Saeed’s arrival his father went to bed and in his bedside mirror glimpsed a suddenly much<br />
older man, and his mother was so relieved to see her son that she thought, for a moment, she should<br />
slap him.<br />
• • •<br />
NADIA DID NOT FEEL like sleeping, and so she took a shower, the water chilly because of the<br />
intermittent gas supply to her boiler. She stood naked, as she had been born, and put on her jeans and<br />
T-shirt and sweater, as she did when alone at home, and then put on her robe, ready to resist the<br />
claims and expectations of the world, and stepped outside to go for a walk in a nearby park that<br />
would by now be emptying of its early-morning junkies and of the gay lovers who had departed their<br />
houses with more time than they needed for the errands they had said they were heading out to<br />
accomplish.<br />
• • •<br />
LATER THAT DAY, in the evening, Nadia’s time, the sun having slipped below her horizon, it was<br />
morning in the San Diego, California, locality of La Jolla, where an old man lived by the sea, or<br />
rather on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. The fittings in his house were worn but painstakingly<br />
repaired, as was his garden: home to mesquite trees and desert willows and succulent plants that had<br />
seen better years, but were still alive and mostly free of blight.<br />
The old man had served in the navy during one of the larger wars and he had respect for the<br />
uniform, and for these young men who had established a perimeter around his property, as he<br />
watched, standing on the street with their commanding officer. They reminded him of when he was<br />
their age and had their strength and their suppleness of movement and their certainty of purpose and<br />
their bond with one another, that bond he and his friends used to say was like that of brothers, but was<br />
in some ways stronger than that of brothers, or at least than his bond with his own brother, his kid<br />
brother, who had passed last spring from cancer of the throat that had withered him to the weight of a<br />
young girl, and who had not spoken to the old man for years, and when the old man had gone to see