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“That friend of yours,” she began.

“Luca,” she said, carefully, like a word in a foreign language she was learning to love. “Thank you for making him laugh.” Driving north, the coastal highway unspooling before them,

Luca’s eyes went soft. “Thank you for making baklava.” “The words

A long pause. The kettle began to whistle. Nasrin turned it off, even though Samira had been reaching for it. She faced him fully.

He nodded, not trusting his voice.