Fortune of the Neighborhood

But his seven-year-old son, Cengiz,
- Mom!... said, I swear he was my father. My father didn't go to the shop today... He was at Uncle Bilal's coffee shop...
Before the child could finish his sentence, a scream broke out. Esma pinched Cengiz's buttock and shouted: "Brat... Shut up..."
She too saw her husband's huge Black Sea nose from the corner of the wall. But he didn't want to be a two-biter when it came to his neighbor. He pulled his head in from the window and shouted at the child: - Don't scream as if meat has been torn from your meat, pig, I'll take it under my feet now!...
"Now to put it under your feet" was the phrase her husband often used and Esma learned from him.
The women put their heads in through the windows. Now the gossip was mixing with the sound of the coffee grinder and the squealing of the children in the swaddle within the four walls.



Number of Pages: 200

Print Year: < /b>2014


Language: Turkish
Publisher: Nesin Publishing