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swollen-shut eye and she snorted and touched his swollen-up lip, and they looked at each other and<br />
silently agreed to start their day without growling.<br />
• • •<br />
AFTER THE RIOTS the talk on the television was of a major operation, one city at a time, starting in<br />
London, to reclaim Britain for Britain, and it was reported that the army was being deployed, and the<br />
police as well, and those who had once served in the army and the police, and volunteers who had<br />
received a weeklong course of training. Saeed and Nadia heard it said that nativist extremists were<br />
forming their own legions, with a wink and a nod from the authorities, and the social media chatter<br />
was of a coming night of shattered glass, but all this would probably take time to organize, and in that<br />
time Saeed and Nadia had to make a decision: whether to stay or to go.<br />
In their small bedroom after sunset they listened to music on Nadia’s phone, using the phone’s<br />
built-in speaker. It would have been a simple matter to stream this music from various websites, but<br />
they tried to economize in all things, including the data bundles they had purchased for their phones,<br />
and so Nadia downloaded pirated versions whenever she could find them, and they listened to these.<br />
She was in any case glad to be rebuilding her music library: from past experience, she did not trust in<br />
the continued availability of anything online.<br />
One night she played an album that she knew Saeed liked, by a local band popular in their city<br />
when they were in their teens, and he was surprised and happy to hear it, because he was well aware<br />
she was not overly fond of their country’s pop music, and so it was clear that she was playing this for<br />
him.<br />
They sat cross-legged on their narrow bed, their backs propped up by the wall. He extended a<br />
hand, palm up on his knee. She took it.<br />
“Let’s agree to try harder not to speak shittily to each other,” she said.<br />
He smiled. “Let’s promise.”<br />
“I do.”<br />
“I do, as well.”<br />
That night he asked her what the life of her dreams would look like, whether it would be in a<br />
metropolis or in the countryside, and she asked him whether he could see them settling in London and<br />
not leaving, and they discussed how houses such as the one they were occupying might be divided<br />
into proper apartments, and also how they might start over someplace else, elsewhere in this city, or<br />
in a city far away.<br />
They felt closer on nights when they were making these plans, as though major events distracted<br />
them from the more mundane realities of life, and sometimes as they debated their options in their<br />
bedroom they would stop and look at each other, as if remembering, each of them, who the other was.<br />
Returning to where they had been born was unthinkable, and they knew that in other desirable<br />
cities in other desirable countries similar scenes must be unfolding, scenes of nativist backlash, and<br />
so even though they discussed leaving London, they stayed. Rumors began to circulate of a tightening<br />
cordon being put in place, a cordon moving through those of London’s boroughs with fewer doors,<br />
and hence fewer new arrivals, sending those unable to prove their legal residence to great holding<br />
camps that had been built in the city’s greenbelt, and concentrating those who remained in pockets of<br />
shrinking size. Whether or not this was true there was no denying that an ever more dense zone of<br />
migrants was to be found in Kensington and Chelsea and in the adjacent parks, and around this zone<br />
were soldiers and armored vehicles, and above it were drones and helicopters, and inside it were