chapter thirty-eight
BECOMING inseparable from someone makes you happy. All it takes is meeting the right person—whether by chance or, if you are a believer, because Allah makes it happen.
Prudence was the right person for me, and I began to tell myself again that I was lucky. Because if I hadn’t fallen asleep with the pigs, if the customs officers had not apprehended me, if Article 20 had not existed, and if Prudence’s family had not been hacked to pieces, she and I would never have come to Poitiers, and we would never have met.