From the Author
The old woman stood up when there was a knock at the door. She was cursing as she went to open it. She never had a pleasant word to say anyway.
"Now my son will wake up," she said. "What's up?" as she opened the door. In front of her was a young man she recognized but couldn't place.
"Who are you?"
"Auntie, it's me, Ramazan, Rustem's son. Don't you remember? You even came to our apricot orchard last year."
"Oh, I remember, I remember. My daughter-in-law isn't here, so I can't come to the orchard."
Then she looked outside. Apricot season was long over. She wondered if it was almond or walnut season. The man thought the woman must be senile.
"I was looking for Feyyaz."
"He's asleep. Just tell me what it is."
"What's going on, Mom? What's all this noise in the morning
