Difficult Love: Encounters with Joy
by Rafiq Kathwari Owowwowwow! What timing, Joy said, kissing my forehead. I was leaning against the island in her kitchen, my arms cradled, eyes lowered to my worn-out sneakers as she sautéed fillet of sole in the juice of tangerines. Later, my sneakers squeaked when I dragged my feet home in an October drizzle, my…