An emotion of great delight de Tahereh Mafi
Can you come outside? And I’d run out the door. “What’s going on?” I’d said, racing toward him. I was out of breath and confused, trying to read the look on his face. “Is everything okay?” “Wow.” Ali shook his head, smiled. “Okay, I didn’t realize someone had to die in order for me to have a minute alone with you.” I’d gone suddenly, unearthly still. “What?” “I just wanted to see you,” he’d said. “Is that okay?” “Oh.” I could not seem to steady my breathing. “Oh.” He’d laughed. “You just”—I frowned—“you mean you don’t have anything important you need to tell me?” He laughed again. “Not really.” “You just wanted to see me?” He smiled at the sky. “Yeah.” “But we see each other every day.” Finally, he looked me in the eye. Took a deep breath. “Shadi.” “Yeah?” He shoved his hands in his pockets, nodded toward the sidewalk. “Come on,” he said quietly. “Walk with me.” |