Rahat pressed his palm to the table. “Yes. I hear you.”
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Rahat handed the radio back. The woman blinked, startled and grateful. She asked him if he heard anything else; he shook his head and then, without thinking, told her a small thing he’d learned from Rahatu: “When you mend something, listen for what it wants to become.” Rahat pressed his palm to the table