Sometimes at night I would wake up and find her there, studying my face.

NEWYORKER: Naima

I'm standing at a first-floor window, an arched stone one like you'd find in a church, my face close up to the diamond-shaped leaded panes, keeping lookout.

NPR: Excerpt: 'The Sister'

If I were embarrassed, on a dark night you could find your way by the glow of my face.

NPR: Chapter 1