TE16 Turkish Delight

Altay Öktem Maria said “No.” The boy didn’t actually hear her, but rather read her lips.

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The metal door opened and Rıza, still wearing the same suit, came in. I wondered if he lived in this building. Odd that that was the first thing that I thought of.

He was holding a big yellow envelope. He proceeded with the stool routine.

When he took his seat, I said: “Look, I know you’re angry. But I’m not, nor was I ever after your sister’s pictures. Can you please let me go?”

He made no expression whatsoever.

“What do you want from me? Do it if you want to kill me. I have nothing. You have me. What ever it is that you’re planning, tell me. And can I please get my clothes back? At least some food and water?” He opened the envelope, and took out a bunch of pictures printed on largecopypaperandgavethemtome. Although Iwasstupefied, I went through the prints. They were remarkable! These would change Thomas Dumas’ career altogether. He took Seniha out of the concepts of time and place, ornamented the paper with her

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