The Dhow House

way, rather

emotional quarantine,

‘I’m not up to it,’ I said. ‘I just don’t have the conviction anymore.’

come, the

She had been cast out of her own existence. This was what accidents, injury, trauma did to people, she knew; it dislocated them from a continuous narrative,

Politics was responsible for the wounds her hands prowled and sutured as much as any gun.

The world was drawing itself an electric outline.

the time they were thirty,’ she said. ‘They were adults. I

Mostly you find out that what you thought you feared doesn’t frighten you at all, but then something comes along which you had never thought of, and you’re terrified.’