Oh；　how　wonderful　love　is！

Now　then；　who　are　those　strangers　bursting　through　the　door？

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I　AM　CALLED　“BUTTERFLY”

I saw the mob and knew the Erzurumis had begun slaying us witty

miniaturists。

Black　was　also　in　the　crowd　watching　the　attack。　I　saw　him　holding　a　dagger

acpanied by a group of odd…looking men； the well…known Esther the

clothier and other women carrying cloth sacks。 I had an urge to flee after

seeing the establishment cruelly wrecked and the coffeehouse…goers beaten

mercilessly　as　they　tried　to　leave。　Later；　another　mob；　perhaps　the　Janissaries；

arrived。　The　Erzurumis　snuffed　out　their　torches　and　fled。

There　was　nobody　at　the　dark　entrance　of　the　coffeehouse；　and　no　one　was

looking。 I walked inside。 Everything was in shambles。 I stepped on the

shattered　cups；　plates；　glasses　and　bowls。　An　oil　lamp　hanging　from　a　nail　high

on　the　wall　hadn’t　died　out　during　the　turmoil　but　only　illuminated　the　soot

marks　on　the　ceiling；　leaving　in　darkness　the　floor　strewn　with　the　boards　of

wrecked　wood　benches；　brok