She glances softly at her son and says softly, " Why do you and I go with people who won't give us enough?"
I stand at the door of the teahouse to watch her walk back across the park, under the trees; she carries a white umbrella, treading so lightly she barely disturbs the raindrops on the grass.
~ Strangers When We Met, Hanif Kureshi
I stand at the door of the teahouse to watch her walk back across the park, under the trees; she carries a white umbrella, treading so lightly she barely disturbs the raindrops on the grass.
~ Strangers When We Met, Hanif Kureshi
