“About you and me…”
“But why should I be worried?” she asked, throwing her head back so that the light of the street lamp was reflected in her eyes.
He didn’t know how to explain to her. It seemed obvious enough: girls were always afraid that their boys wouldn’t marry them; that they would toy with them, have a good time and drop them. That was how it had been with his sister, she’d been worn out with worrying whether Nadir would marry her or not.
He tried to explain all this to her and she finally understood.
“My dear darling,” she said, running her hand through his hair again, “are you trying to propose to me?”
“Not right now, but in general. When you want. Just so that you know…”
“Are you serious?” she asked with a smile, still stroking his hair.
“Yes.”
“Have you forgotten that
