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Saeed was more melancholic than he had been before, understandably, and also more quiet and<br />
devout. She sometimes felt that his praying was not neutral towards her, in fact she suspected it<br />
carried a hint of reproach, though why she felt this she could not say, for he had never told her to pray<br />
nor berated her for not praying. But in his devotions was ever more devotion, and towards her it<br />
seemed there was ever less.<br />
She had considered rolling a joint outdoors and smoking the weed by herself, without Saeed,<br />
concealed from Saeed, and it had surprised her to be considering this, and made her wonder about the<br />
ways in which she was herself putting barriers between her and him. She did not know if these gaps<br />
that had been widening were mostly her doing or his, but she knew she still harbored tenderness for<br />
him, and so she had brought the weed home, and it was only when she sat beside him on the car seat<br />
they had bartered for and used now as a sofa, that she realized, from her nervousness, that how in this<br />
moment he responded to the weed was a matter of portentous significance to her.<br />
Her leg and arm touched Saeed’s leg and arm, and he was warm through his clothing, and he sat in<br />
a way that suggested exhaustion. But he also managed a tired smile, which was encouraging, and<br />
when she opened her fist to reveal what was inside, as she had once before done on her rooftop a<br />
brief lifetime ago, and he saw the weed, he started to laugh, almost soundlessly, a gentle rumble, and<br />
he said, his voice uncoiling like a slow, languid exhalation of marijuana-scented smoke, “Fantastic.”<br />
Saeed rolled the joint for them both, Nadia barely containing her jubilation, and wanting to hug<br />
him but restraining herself. He lit it and they consumed it, lungs burning, and the first thing that struck<br />
her was that this weed was much stronger than the hash back home, and she was quite floored by its<br />
effects, and also well on her way to becoming a little paranoid, and finding it difficult to speak.<br />
For a while they sat in silence, the temperature dropping outside. Saeed fetched a blanket and they<br />
bundled it around themselves. And then, not looking at each other, they started to laugh, and Nadia<br />
laughed until she cried.<br />
• • •<br />
IN MARIN THERE WERE almost no natives, these people having died out or been exterminated long ago,<br />
and one would see them only occasionally, at impromptu trading posts—or perhaps more often, but<br />
wrapped in clothes and guises and behaviors indistinguishable from anyone else. At the trading posts<br />
they would sell beautiful silver jewelry and soft leather garments and colorful textiles, and the elders<br />
among them seemed not infrequently to be possessed of a limitless patience that was matched by a<br />
limitless sorrow. Tales were told at these places that people from all over now gathered to hear, for<br />
the tales of these natives felt appropriate to this time of migration, and gave listeners much-needed<br />
sustenance.<br />
And yet it was not quite true to say there were almost no natives, nativeness being a relative<br />
matter, and many others considered themselves native to this country, by which they meant that they or<br />
their parents or their grandparents or the grandparents of their grandparents had been born on the strip<br />
of land that stretched from the mid-northern-Pacific to the mid-northern-Atlantic, that their existence<br />
here did not owe anything to a physical migration that had occurred in their lifetimes. It seemed to<br />
Saeed that the people who advocated this position most strongly, who claimed the rights of nativeness<br />
most forcefully, tended to be drawn from the ranks of those with light skin who looked most like the<br />
natives of Britain—and as had been the case with many of the natives of Britain, many of these people<br />
too seemed stunned by what was happening to their homeland, what had already happened in so brief<br />
a period, and some seemed angry as well.