"I have lost my way," I replied, but she did not seem to hear me.
"Come and sit down and take a little coffee," she continued. "Do you see my garden in front of the house? I planted coffee there with my own hands."
A lamp was burning in the room. Ornaments and garments were scattered on the floor around the lamp.
"Why are these things lying here?" I questioned.
"She has gone away. She promised to come back; so far she has not come, but she will be here presently."
"Who?"
"My daughter-in-law; she is beautiful as the golden moon."
I saw she was a maniac. She had lost her daughter-in-law, and now she awaited her return, keeping her ornaments and garments scattered in the room with her. I felt sad to see all this, and my eyes filled with tears.
The old lady continued, "Mother, who are you? Are you my daughter-in-law? Have you come at last? He has gone into exile, and has not yet returned."
My heart felt as if it were breaking, and
