Page 17 - And the Mountains Echoed (novel)

Sometimes he told himself he had heard no such thing, and sometimes he was so

convinced to the contrary that he called out into the darkness, “Is someone out
there? Who is there? Show yourself.” But no reply ever came. Baba Ayub didn’t
understand. Just as he didn’t understand why a wave of something, something
like the tail end of a sad dream, always swept through him whenever he heard
the jingling, surprising him each time like an unexpected gust of wind. But then
it passed, as all things do. It passed.
So there it is, boy. That’s the end of it. I have nothing more to say. And now
it really is late and I am tired, and your sister and I have to wake at dawn. So
blow out your candle. Lay your head down and close your eyes. Sleep well, boy.
We’ll say our good-byes in the morning.