On this day, she felt as if she knew nothing of the world. Anything could happen. People could betray you and surprise you, they could hate you for no reason, whether or not it was fair. She sat under the clear blue sky, and there was the magpie who had followed her home. “Fly away,” she told the bird when he landed on the rooftop, but he stayed where he was, he didn’t fly away to Morocco or to Spain, and so they stayed there together, for the truth was, there was really nowhere else to go.
