She was ensconced in a tiny dark room not much bigger than she was, and when she turned her chair around to peer up at us from under a green visor, she was enormous. Her eyes were huge in a green face — and in that moment I loved her. She exuded mystery and adventure of the sort I’d longed for but never had.
I was with Azar for most of a year, I think. Through sizzling hot sidewalks and icy wind blowing trash down the street. We became friends, in a way. I sat with him and we would talk, and I learned more from him than I realized. I could understand that the letters on the menu meant phaselus soup, stew, soaked bread, fried eggs with biscuits. I knew that those symbols on signs in the window meant “Help Wanted” or “Contaminated, Enter at Your Own Risk.”
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