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someone would announce in a trembling voice“The soul has arrived.”
But as he headed for the kitchenKa was not at all like a man who’d made
contact with the dead. His face was radiating joy.
“He’s had a lot to drink” said Turgut Beyand thento Ipekwho was
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already running after Ka“Yesgo and help himdaughter.”
Ka hurled himself onto a chair next to the kitchen. He took out his
notebook and his pen. “I can’t write with you all standing about watching
me” he said.
“Let me take you to another room” said Ipek.˙
Ka followed Ipek through the kitchenwhich was full of the sweet
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smell of the syrup Zahide was pouring over the bread pudding; they
passed through a cold room into another room half in darkness.
“Do you think you can write here?” Ipek askedas she turned on a
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lamp.
Around him Ka saw a tidy room with two perfectly made beds. There
was a low table and a nightstand on which the sisters had arranged vari-
ous tubes of creamlipstickssmall bottles of colognebooksa zippered
pouchand a modest collection of other substances in bottles that had
once held alcohol and cooking oil. An old Swiss chocolate box lay open
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