![]() ![]() The house in which Harit lived stood opposite a large baseball field. ![]() But in the summer, the neighborhood seemed like a tired, old man who could not endure such exertion. Harit had seen this theory proven during his first winter in Cleveland, when snow piled on top of those shingles, nestled into those curbs, and spackled the leaves in ice. The thick roofs (many-shingled and arched), the roads (bracketed in deep curbs), and the trees (branches bursting and then shivering in leaves) were all suited to a cold landscape. The heat seemed so hot here because the surroundings didn’t look as if they could stand it any more than the residents. ![]() It was a short walk from the bus stop to his house, but within ten paces he began to sweat. He turned around to see if anyone had noticed, but the bus was already pulling away, leaving a dispersing cloud of smoke and people. HARIT DESCENDED THE RUBBER-COATED STAIRS of the bus and tripped as he jumped to the sidewalk below. ![]()
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