It"s the middle of the night. There is a knock at the door. I go to answer it. "Sebiha! What are you doing here?"
"I need to talk to you." "What happened?"
"Today. today I didn"t tell you the truth!"
"The truth about what?"
"The truth about your mother. Nohela is dead!" "What? When?"
"One month after you left Mahalla." She sits on the floor, stretching her legs. I sit beside her, too.
"Is there more? What more do you need to tell me?" "She was not your real mother!"
"What, lie! You lie!" I accuse her.
"You must believe me! It"s the truth! I"ll tell you how I found out."
The day before my abduction, Sebiha and Saffet decided to follow the carousel.
The fortune teller"s house was the only one with lights on. My friends lurked under the grate of the kitchen window. They listened and
