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“
Yes
,
Harah
.
”
The
hangings
parted
and
Harah
seemed
to
glide
through
them
.
She
wore
sietch
sandals
,
a
red
-
yellow
wraparound
that
exposed
her
arms
almost
to
the
shoulders
.
Her
black
hair
was
parted
in
the
middle
and
swept
back
like
the
wings
of
an
insect
,
flat
and
oily
against
her
head
.
The
jutting
,
predatory
features
were
drawn
into
an
intense
frown
.
Behind
Harah
came
Alia
,
a
girl
-
child
of
about
two
years
.
Seeing
her
daughter
,
Jessica
was
caught
as
she
frequently
was
by
Alia
’
s
resemblance
to
Paul
at
that
age
—
the
same
wide
-
eyed
solemnity
to
her
questing
look
,
the
dark
hair
and
firmness
of
mouth
.
But
there
were
subtle
differences
,
too
,
and
it
was
in
these
that
most
adults
found
Alia
disquieting
.
The
child
—
little
more
than
a
toddler
—
carried
herself
with
a
calmness
and
awareness
beyond
her
years
.
Adults
were
shocked
to
find
her
laughing
at
a
subtle
play
of
words
between
the
sexes
.
Or
they
’
d
catch
themselves
listening
to
her
half
-
lisping
voice
,
still
blurred
as
it
was
by
an
unformed
soft
palate
,
and
discover
in
her
words
sly
remarks
that
could
only
be
based
on
experiences
no
two
-
year
-
old
had
ever
encountered
.
Harah
sank
to
a
cushion
with
an
exasperated
sigh
,
frowned
at
the
child
.
“
Alia
.
”
Jessica
motioned
to
her
daughter
.
The
child
crossed
to
a
cushion
beside
her
mother
,
sank
to
it
and
clasped
her
mother
’
s
hand
.
The
contact
of
flesh
restored
that
mutual
awareness
they
had
shared
since
before
Alia
’
s
birth
.
It
wasn
’
t
a
matter
of
shared
thoughts
—
although
there
were
bursts
of
that
if
they
touched
while
Jessica
was
changing
the
spice
poison
for
a
ceremony
.
It
was
something
larger
,
an
immediate
awareness
of
another
living
spark
,
a
sharp
and
poignant
thing
,
a
nerve
-
sympatico
that
made
them
emotionally
one
.
In
the
formal
manner
that
befitted
a
member
of
her
son
’
s
household
,
Jessica
said
:
“
Subakh
ul
kuhar
,
Harah
.
This
night
finds
you
well
?
”
