Was this what ordinary life would be like?
“Nobody hates money,” my American father always said. An undeniable fact, all over the world, but he had a way of saying it that sounded smug.
The South was the place to fix people. You had a cough, you went south. Your heart was giving you problems? South. A twisted testicle? South.
Had he noticed all this strangeness? she said, as she poured out the tea. Had he even noticed?
Just listen to me, please, no matter how I seem to skip through time and subject matter. I’ll talk about your past, specific memories you thought were yours alone.
She jots down some keywords on a sheet of paper: Identity, pride. Aesthetics. Information.
Over the years, the photo had become Amirzadeh family legend. They had all seen it once or twice, but despite attic searches and calls to Iran, no one could find a copy.
They had “bonded,” as they liked to say of themselves, using air quotes when they said it.