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vast numbers, at a cost so small as to be almost nothing, and he held it on his palm and discovered to<br />
his surprise that it was no heavier than a feather.<br />
• • •<br />
WHEN NADIA WALKED AWAY from their shanty, she and Saeed did not communicate for the rest of the<br />
day, nor on the day that followed. It was the longest cessation of contact between them since they had<br />
left the city of their birth. On the evening of their second day apart Saeed called her to ask how she<br />
was doing, to inquire if she was safe, and also to hear her voice, and the voice he heard was familiar<br />
and strange, and as they spoke he wanted to see her, but he withstood this, and they hung up without<br />
arranging a meeting. She called him the following evening, again a brief call, and after that they<br />
messaged or spoke to one another on most days, and while their first weekend apart passed<br />
separately, on the second weekend they agreed to meet for a walk by the ocean, and they walked to<br />
the sound of the wind and the crashing waves and in the hiss of the spray.<br />
They met again for a walk the weekend after that, and again the weekend after that, and there was a<br />
sadness to these meetings, for they missed each other, and they were lonely and somewhat adrift in<br />
this new place. Sometimes after they met Nadia would feel part of herself torn inside, and sometime<br />
Saeed would feel this, and both teetered on the cusp of making some physical gesture that would bind<br />
them each to the other again, but both in the end managed to resist.<br />
The ritual of their weekly walk was interrupted, as such connections are, by the strengthening of<br />
other pulls on their time, the pull of the cook on Nadia, of the preacher’s daughter on Saeed, and of<br />
new acquaintances. While the first shared weekend walk that they skipped was noticed sharply by<br />
them both, the second was not so much, and the third almost not at all, and soon they were meeting<br />
only once a month or so, and several days would pass in between a message or a call.<br />
They lingered in this state of tangential connection as winter gave way to spring—though seasons<br />
in Marin seemed sometimes to last only for a small portion of a day, to change in the time that one<br />
took off one’s jacket or put on one’s sweater—and they lingered still in this state as a warm spring<br />
gave way to a cool summer. Neither much enjoyed catching unexpected glimpses of their former<br />
lover’s new existence online, and so they distanced themselves from each other on social networks,<br />
and while they wished to look out for each other, and to keep tabs on each other, staying in touch took<br />
a toll on them, serving as an unsettling reminder of a life not lived, and also they grew less worried<br />
each for the other, less worried that the other would need them to be happy, and eventually a month<br />
went by without any contact, and then a year, and then a lifetime.<br />
• • •<br />
OUTSIDE MARRAKESH, in the hills, overlooking the palatial home of a man who might once have been<br />
called a prince and a woman who might once have been called a foreigner, there was a maid in an<br />
emptying village who could not speak and, perhaps for this reason, could not imagine leaving. She<br />
worked in the great house below, a house that had fewer servants now than it did in the year before,<br />
and fewer then than in the year before that, its retainers having gradually fled, or moved, but not the<br />
maid, who rode to work each morning on a bus, and who survived by virtue of her salary.<br />
The maid was not old, but her husband and daughter were gone, her husband not long after their<br />
marriage, to Europe, from which he had not returned, and from which he had eventually stopped<br />
sending money. The maid’s mother had said it was because she could not speak and because she had