lightning never strikes the same place twice
Just a few years out, Mr. Enver will marry Mrs. Enver. They will make their home two miles from the nearest post office. It will not be an exceptionally nice place, but they’ll like it well enough. They’ll make a living tilling the fields and growing crops for sale, just like their neighbors for miles around. They’ll work outside, and with the sun baking into their dark black skin, they’ll find reasons to smile. The hostility and bloodshed will exist at first only in the far-off distance.