Shirley Smith Franklin Look Twice Before Crossing Look once. Look twice. Look long and hard as ever you can until the house, actually only the flat rooftop where you'd watched your brother, shouting, running, fly kites fragile and vulnerable each spring, fades into the red evening dust. Even so, all you will remember is your mother's black chiffon burka swaying in the wind, and wonder what left you with the impression that it was heavy, even though she'd always told you it was light. |