The Manila Envelope 8. The Manila Envelope Tendayi BloomI hadn’t really believed Mom would come, but, standing in line in the wings of the Holy Family Ceremonial Hall – the big wooden room by the library – it’s hard not to hope. Stepping out onto the platform when my name’s called, I can’t stop m...
I walked back across the street with her and picked up the receiver, which was lying next to the phone on Aman’s desk. He lounged in his chair, reading the paper. He ignored me as I stood next to him and talked on the phone to a woman named Bahar whom I’d never met.“Can you come to Ashgabat today...