Wednesday, June 17, 2009

A World I Never Made by James LePore




"How shall I address you?" she asked, meeting and holding his gaze, telling him with her eyes that she respected him was grateful for his offer.
"Abdullah will be fine."
"Not Professor?"
"No."
"May I ask, Abdullah, are you Muslim?" Through a small window behind the chess table, Megan had seen three men kneeling on faded wool mats in a dusty courtyard, praying, their foreheads touching the ground. "I thought I heard the call to prayer."
"I am a Coptic Christian."
"Ah. Iraqi?"
"No, Syrian."
"Can you worship here?"
"You cannot stop a man from worshiping, even if there are no churches."
"Yes, I will play," Megan said. And we will talk.

p. 94 (uncorrected Advance Reader Copy)
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"Abdulla....," she said.
"There is nothing you can say, child. What is done is done. But I would be putting my own soul in jeopardy if I did not try to prevent the killing of this innocent babe. It is a terrible and tragic destiny to be killed by your own mother before you are born. To be so unloved."

p.155 (uncorrected ARC)

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