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the bathtub, was disappointingly utilitarian. She tried to recover her former good mood, and not be<br />
angry with Saeed, who she told herself was not wrong in his own way, just out of rhythm with her in<br />
this moment, and when she emerged from the bathroom wrapped in her towel, her towels, for she had<br />
one around her body and another around her hair, and with her dripping but clean clothes in her hands,<br />
she was prepared to let the little confrontation between them go.<br />
But he said, looking at her, “You can’t stand here like that.”<br />
“Don’t tell me what I can do.”<br />
He looked stung by this comment, and also angry, and she was angry as well, and after he had<br />
bathed, and washed his clothes, which he did perhaps as a conciliatory gesture or perhaps because<br />
once he was cleansed of his own grime he too realized something of what she had realized, they slept<br />
on the slender single bed together without speaking, without touching, or without touching more than<br />
the cramped space demanded, for this one night not unlike a couple that was long and unhappily<br />
married, a couple that made out of opportunities for joy, misery.<br />
• • •<br />
NADIA AND SAEED had crossed over on the morning of a Saturday and by Monday morning when the<br />
housekeeper came to work the house was already quite full, home perhaps to fifty squatters, from<br />
infants to the elderly, hailing from as far west as Guatemala and as far east as Indonesia. The<br />
housekeeper screamed as she unlocked the front door, and the police arrived quickly after, two men in<br />
old-fashioned black hats, but they only looked in from outside, and did not enter. Soon there was a<br />
vanload more of them, in full riot gear, and then a car with two more who wore white shirts and black<br />
vests and were armed with what appeared to be submachine guns, and on their black vests was the<br />
word POLICE in white letters but these two looked to Saeed and Nadia like soldiers.<br />
The residents of the house were terrified, most had seen firsthand what the police and soldiers<br />
could do, and in their terror they spoke more to one another than they otherwise might, strangers<br />
speaking to strangers. A sort of camaraderie evolved, as it might not have had they been on the street,<br />
in the open, for then they would likely have scattered, and the devil take the hindmost, but here they<br />
were penned in together, and being penned in made them into a grouping, a group.<br />
When the police called over their bullhorns for everyone to exit the house, most agreed among<br />
themselves that they would not do so, and so while a few left, the vast majority stayed, Nadia and<br />
Saeed among them. The deadline for their departure drew nearer, then nearer still, and then came and<br />
went, and they were still there, and the police had not charged, and they felt they had won some kind<br />
of a respite, and then something they could never have expected happened: other people gathered on<br />
the street, other dark- and medium- and even light-skinned people, bedraggled, like the people of the<br />
camps on Mykonos, and these people formed a crowd. They banged cooking pots with spoons and<br />
chanted in various languages and soon the police decided to withdraw.<br />
That night it was calm and quiet in the house, though there were sometimes snatches of beautiful<br />
singing that could be heard, in Igbo, until quite late, and Saeed and Nadia lay together and held hands<br />
on the soft bed in their little back bedroom and were comforted by this, as if by a lullaby, comforted<br />
even though they kept their bedroom door locked. In the morning they heard in the distance someone<br />
making a call to prayer, at dawn, perhaps over a commandeered karaoke machine, and Nadia was<br />
alarmed, waking from a dream and thinking for a second that she was back home in their own city,<br />
with the militants, before recalling where she really was, and then she watched, a bit surprised, as<br />
Saeed got out of bed and prayed.