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being recruited by a plant. What if you are a victim of a scheme?’
‘What if Iam the plant,’ he said, feigning playfulness. ‘What if I am the scheme?’
‘Listen! The jihadist leaders’they don’t respect outsiders. They think these fervent recruits are all crazy, coming
from another country as they do, and they use them and laugh at them.’
‘Who told you that?’
‘The Donegal don. On a day when you were absent.’
‘He knows Arabic and collects chatter. That’s what someone told me.’
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‘It is not the jihad that is the wrong thing,’ he repeated. ‘It is not a war that is the wrong thing. It is the wrong
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It was like Gertrude Stein speaking from inside a burka. I continued to step backwards, and my bare toe hit
something sharp, perhaps a tiny carpenter’s nail poking up from the floorboards. In a kind of yoga stance I lifted
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‘Are you OK?’ he asked, sounding almost like the sweet boy I knew him to be, deep down, although that part no
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‘In the name of Allah’oh, yes, I believe.’
I put my shoes back on.
It was like the classic scene in the movies where one lover is on the train and one is on the platform and the train
starts to pull away, and the lover on the platform begins to trot along and then jog and then sprint and then gives
up altogether as the train speeds irrevocably off. Except in this case I was all the parts: I was the lover on the
platform, I was the lover on the train. And I was also the train.
‘In the name of Allah.’
In the name of la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la. I took off, out into the street, crying. I ran and ran and never turned
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around and no one came running after me. I ran past the Muslim Students’ League, a small house not far from
Reynaldo’s, painted turquoise and white; a makeshift mosque of some sort, I knew, had been constructed in the
back. Reynaldo himself had been part of a team that had helped paint it. At this time of night no one was in or
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‘You avoid a lot of difficult things in conversation,’ I said.
‘I hope so!’
‘You lied to me,’ I said finally.
‘A lie to the faithless is merely a conversation in their language.’
This sounded like one of the many fortune cookie fortunes marking time in the pages of my books. ‘I was never
faithless to you.’
‘Not in your definitions, no.’
‘Is this where you go on about desiccated America’ Don’t you understand’ I agree with you!’
He said nothing.
‘You’re not taking flying lessons, I hope!’
He shook his head. ‘No.’
A roll of toilet paper and two white pills shone from the windowsill near me as I backed away. ‘What are those?’
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spokes to the loud erratic knock of a sneaker in a dryer.
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‘Really.’
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‘Who will find them?’
‘People will.’
‘Yes, I’m sure you’re right.’
‘You are?’ On the other windowsill was a small package of tampons. ‘Why do you have those?’
‘In case of emergencies. Worst-case scenarios: they stanch wounds.’
‘When they ask you to name my friends, you will have to say you don’t know, because you don’t know.’
‘I don’t know.’ Why didn’t I know’ ‘This kind of political and spiritual despair,’ I said desperately, recalling
something once heard on a Wednesday. ‘It’s mistaking a small world for a large one and a large one for a small.’
He smiled but he kindly didn’t laugh. ‘You have no idea what you’re talking about,’ he said.

‘One must listen to God.’
‘Well, God should speak up. He mumbles.’
‘He has made us his messengers.’
‘How nice for him that he has his own staff and some out-of-town offices.’
‘We are his sheep?’
‘I didn’t mean that kind of staff.’
?’as well as his wolves.’
‘That sounds really, really complicated.’
‘Mankind is the source of all suffering.’
‘And the source of all God.’ I had crossed a line. ‘But as I said, the creation is often greater than what created it.’
Hubris or intelligent design’
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through me could magically be made into useful affection: perhaps if I tried to kiss him’but he pulled away. And
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‘So, what’ I should be able to find another one?’
He fixed me with a powerful stare. He had that ability to summon up great concentration in his face and eyes.
‘There is that possibility.’ For a moment pity for us both glistened his eyes. ‘You can’t get blood from a stone,’
he said sadly. Referring, I supposed, to love. It was an expression he liked and had used before with me.
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‘You can?’
‘One can. You can.’
‘How is that done?’
‘You go to a quarry.’
‘A quarry?’
‘Yeah, if you go to a quarry there is always some body that’s been dumped there.’
He laughed.
‘The Koran doesn’t prohibit you from laughing at gruesome humor?’ I would mock him a little’why not’
‘No,’ he said.
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‘A Jew?’
‘Yes.’ This pronouncing voice did not sound like him, and he could see that I could hear that and seemed to give
me a small, quick breaking-character smile meant to slip out and be received by me beneath this script of
departure.
‘That means you aren’t going to tell me anything more, are you.’ I began to twist the bottom hem of my T-shirt
into a coil. In life,star wars credits, as in movies, one sometimes could mistake a robot for a living being. ‘What’s happened to
your voice’ You’re speaking without contractions. How can you be from New Jersey?’
‘When you find out who you are, you will no longer be innocent. That will be sad for others to see. All that
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‘How about if I first just find out who you are.’ I had been the minibar’and not the minbar’in this temporary
room of lodging. It was BYOB and I had brought the beer. ‘You are a haddi: some sort of jihadist.’
‘It is not the jihad that is the wrong thing. It is the wrong things that are the wrong things.’
‘Thank you, holy warrior, for the Islamofascist lecture.’
‘As Muhammad said, we do not know God as we should.’
‘And whose fault is that’ That’s not yours or mine! Maybe God has not stepped forward enough. Maybe God has
not done a sufficient job of meet-and-greet.’
I suddenly felt like an old Indian chief, one who sees that the world has changed irrevocably, and that the
younger generation would never know the old one, even the strongest, slumped on their horses at the end of
some trail. But if Reynaldo could feel the uncertainty of his own path, perhaps we could feel our despair
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but who could blame him’ The hot ones snapped with fat when you bit in. The cold ones were death itself ‘
‘I didn’t know you had all this blasphemy in you,’ he said. Was that a smile’
‘Yeah, well, sometimes the creation exceeds the creator. You know’ A computer can beat a chess champion, a
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‘The smoting?’
‘Sure. Everything.’
‘Great.’ And then I added, ‘How about a kinder, gentler jihad?’

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‘I’m moving to London,’ he said. ‘I’ve had the xylophone sent to your apartment. It should show up there in a
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Was the Jack London poster a clue’ A code’ Everything had grown strange. Things between us were dissolving
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told.
‘I’m not part of a cell,’ he said.
‘That never crossed my mind.’ Though now it did. He had accepted some assignment. That must have been it.
There was some manipulative mullah in his life’rumors abounded of quiet recruitment everywhere, though these
were whispered and sometimes whispered as jokes. ‘Why London?’
‘The English are simultaneously critical and stiffly uncomplaining’a stage Americans bypassed altogether,
having gone from a dullard’s stoicism to a neurotic’s whining in less than half a century.’
‘That is such a bullshit answer.’
‘I’m part of an Islamic charity for Afghan children. That is all. They think I’m part of a cell. I’m not. If anyone
asks you, if they question you when I’m gone, please tell them that I’m not.’
There was no room in this conversation for ‘What about us?’ The conversational space had suddenly filled with
other creatures. Perhaps we had at last reached that stage of intimacy that destroys intimacy.
‘You are Brazilian. What kind of cell would you be part of’ A bikini wax cell?’ I had once found a copy of a
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‘You’re not?’ Of course he wasn’t. Why hadn’t I figured that out’ Where were the bossa novas’ Why did he not
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‘About that I lied.’
‘Why’ Where are you from?’ Perhaps he would turn out to know the words to ‘Kashmiri Love Song,’ my
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‘Hoboken’ Like Frank Sinatra?’
He snickered a little, a look of hard pedantry in his eyes. ‘Even the very first revolution in America was
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‘Gambling and disease. Right from the start. Are we doing American history?’ I looked at his familiar and
beautiful face. He was leaving me as mysteriously as he had first appeared. An agony. The exit like the

claimed her. Only two even looked up. Edward appeared behind her and touched her arm and she turned. Then
they both receded, stepped back, disappeared.
At the end of the night, when the parents came up to fetch the kids, several asked their children how the evening
had gone and the kids said ‘awesome’ or ’sucky?’there was no middle ground, nothing that wasn’t a thrill or a
debacle. I loved the way the black women grabbed their boys and pulled them close. I loved the white dads
carrying their black daughters up high. Only Mary-Emma with her little smile said nothing at all as one by one
the children left her room. Downstairs, I heard Sarah’s voice alone with Edward in the kitchen.
‘You emptied the top rack of the dishwasher but not the bottom, so the clean dishes have gotten all mixed up
with the dirty ones’and now you want to have sex?’
Was I hearing things’ Was this the grassroots whimpering of an important social movement, or was it a small,
deep madness’ If two things fell in the forest and made the same sound, which was the tree’
I picked up Mary-Emma. With a clean wipe I dabbed at some chocolate near her mouth. ‘Go hug your mama,’ I
said, putting her back down and sending her dashing into the kitchen to interrupt them.
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terrible than any sadness ‘ I knew it was from the opening page of White Fang, a book I had read in seventh
grade. I had never seen this hanging in his room before, though maybe now it simply stood out, being the only
thing there besides Reynaldo himself and his laptop. He slammed the laptop cover down and looked up at me, or
at least toward me. He was sitting on his prayer rug, which was facing east. I remember when I had thought it
was a yoga mat, like my brother’s. I kicked off my shoes at the door, as he sometimes liked me to do, but I was
not relaxed: my jackhammering heart was rising to my throat. The thought occurred to me that so much vibration
might loosen my fillings.
‘Hello,’ he said, unsmilingly and as if from a great bleak distance. He flashed the light from a key chain my way,
then lay it on the floor where it was our only illumination. He glanced at my face and then away. There was a
cup of tea on the floor beside him, and he picked it up and drank from it while looking at the wall. I had seen this
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I had seen bullshit. I had seen chickens run after it and eat it warm.
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‘No, it’s not OK! I need another one!’
‘I thought we were supposed to be talking about interracial families.’
‘Sonya won’t stay on subject.’
I had once seen a comedy sketch in which a host chloroformed a dinner guest to keep him from saying one more
word.
‘Everything’s genetic! It seems there’s a gene for everything! Sad but true, or maybe not so sad.’
‘Or maybe not so true.’
‘All I know is that our son has the jock gene. And he is adopted’obviously. Not one person in our extended
family has this gene. We go to all his games and he’s like a Greek god out there, and we are in the stands looking
like the peanut vendors.’
I could hear Edward’s voice. Proximity to science and scientists and academics had caused him to speak in a
kind of mimicry of professors. He would use the phraseif you will. A lot. ‘Let’s call it recombinant rehydration, if
you will.’ And Sarah’s voice would pounce. ‘Edward. Let me give you a pointer: Lose the if you wills.’
There was a long pause. ‘I would rather throw sand in my eyes.’
Some merriness. Most of the voices I never really recognized.
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I’d seen a crock. I’d seen a horse’s patoot. It was a timbale that I’d never seen.
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At the end of the night, when the parents came up to fetch the kids, several asked their children how the evening
had gone and the kids said ‘awesome’ or ’sucky?’there was no middle ground, nothing that wasn’t a thrill or a
debacle. I loved the way the black women grabbed their boys and pulled them close. I loved the white dads
carrying their black daughters up high. Only Mary-Emma with her little smile said nothing at all as one by one
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I picked up Mary-Emma. With a clean wipe I dabbed at some chocolate near her mouth. ‘Go hug your mama,’ I
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I called ‘Good night’ and slipped out the door. Out of politeness I left quickly to go live my life. I had not ridden
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chin, but’a concession, the middle ground’behind, at the nape of my neck, like Grace Kelly in The Country Girl .
Or was it Rear Window’ I walked and walked and then, as in my recurrent dreams where I was flying but only a
few inches off the ground, unambitiously but still airborne, I began slightly to run. On my way, I broke off a
blossoming stem from a neighbor’s crab-apple tree and through the moist April night I made a brisk, hot beeline
toward Reynaldo’s. I would put the stem in water when I got to his place.
But when I got there something was wrong. There was no light coming from his windows. I climbed the stairs
and tapped on his door. Uneasiness coursed through me, and finding the door unlocked, I slowly turned the knob
and went in. I found him sitting in what had become an emptied darkened apartment, in the middle of the floor,
with his laptop blazing its light up at him. It reminded me of the aluminum foil we would put on my mother’s old
album covers in order to catch the sun in summer and burn the pallor from our faces. All the other furnishings
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then lay it on the floor where it was our only illumination. He glanced at my face and then away. There was a
cup of tea on the floor beside him, and he picked it up and drank from it while looking at the wall. I had seen this
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