““he has bushy blond eyebrows and a voice that makes her think of damask. One afternoon a week or so after New Year’s, Daniel and Maya are reading on the floor of the bookstore when she turns to him and says, “Uncle Daniel, I have a question. Don’t you ever go to work?” “I’m working right now, Maya,” Daniel says. She takes off her glasses and wipes them on her shirt. “You don’t look like you’re working. You look””
