second — each came in his turn and lived with her in that side room which she loved and would not leave, or move far from, all her life.
And it would please you to sit in that room, or before it on that small porch, for the cleanliness of them both; and it was sweet to drink coffee at her place after she had seated you on two small, clean cushions and set a comfortable bolster behind you.
In one corner of that spacious court there was a wooden plank laid across two wooden trestles, over which was spread a ragged mattress, and on it slept an elderly man called: Khalilo.
Who is this Khalilo? Where did he come from? What is his origin?
No one can answer with any certainty.
Only, everyone pitied Khalilo's condition.
He was an old man, hunchbacked, bearded, wearing threadbare, worn-out clothes, and on his head a tar-blackened skullcap whose color had faded.
He spoke as a child speaks in its earliest years, and he could make you understand what he wanted only with the greatest difficulty. But at times he had strange looks, as though a deep well of secrets and riddles — nay, of understanding and intelligence too — reflected its meanings in those looks. Yet most of the time he looked at you as if his mind were lost, or as if he were a simple child.
Some said he had been struck by an incurable illness, after a great calamity that befell him, and rose from that illness having lost his memory, knowing nothing of his own affairs; and that he walked
on unknowing until he reached Beirut and settled there.
Some said he was from Sidon, and that he went to sleep after a great grief and rose in the morning in this state.
And others said he was from one of the far mountain villages, that he had a wife and children, that he had been comfortable and moneyed, and that he left his children and his money for a reason not far removed from his wife.
And they said... and they said... and nothing of all they said could anyone easily confirm.
For he could not speak. And very often, when they pressed him hard with questions, his face would darken, his eyes would bulge, foam would rise at the corners of his mouth, and he would utter sounds that sometimes frightened his questioner and more often filled him
Crisco
Delicious taste - quick digestion
The pure vegetable shortening
with no trace of fat or grease in it
Crisco = the tastiest and purest vegetable shortening
for all dishes and light fried foods and every kind of sweets