"He abused you and you ran to save your life."Peacock stuffed the yellow fabric back into her bundle. She had lost interest in the sale. She wanted only to distance herself from Solomon's memory."He married someone else," she said. "He fell in love with a thirteen-year-old girl and brought her into my house, so I took my children and left."She motioned to Heshmat that they should leave. She straightened her chador on her head, tightened the cheap metal clasp that held together the corners of her veil behind her head, and was about to walk away when Zilfa stopped her. She reached over casually and lifted Peacock's veil."But you're beautiful," she exclaimed, embarrassing Peacock even more. "Why would he have left you?"Peacock rearranged her veil and began to walk again."Wait," Zilfa commanded, so engrossed in the effort to solve Peacock's mystery that she had become oblivious of the rules of etiquette she so ardently observed in normal times. "Did you love him, then—this husband you say you left?"Peacock would not answer."You must have loved him," Zilfa declared, thrilled to have discovered a love story.
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