Good pita was one, even if it was just store-bought, and kibbeh was another.“It’s a ground meat and bulgur wheat thing,” Will explained. They didn’t like him marrying a Syrian. Gay sex If you’d asked anyone to guess which of us was a David, they’d have picked me, with my olive complexion and generous nose. Sometimes I thought she could see right through me, to the darker seams twined in my pride and accomplishment.I liked the look of Will working — not for the sake of the work, but because he was so capable. But Will never gave me a clue. If anything, every attempt seemed to inflame her.I thought that as a first-generation American she’d value my work. Why didn’t you just wear a bomb vest?”He buried his face in his hands, and everyone laughed — including Aunt Ruth, who swung her legs back and forth in her seat. I picked up bits of stories all around the house — like when Aaron Sr. Her home was full of mismatched pieces, and there were half-finished projects everywhere: puzzles she meant to get back to, needlepoint barely begun.Aunt Ruth set us up in a room in the basement that had been her husband’s study.
