There was a Circle Line cruise around Manhattan for the victims’ families. At all of these gatherings a small part of Claire
rebelled: how false to pretend the relatives had anything other than loss in common, how morbid to have only that to share.
Flipping television channels one night, Asma
came upon a news story about a boat trip for the families of the dead. The faces of the women—and it was mostly women—were familiar, and not just because she had seen some of them on the news before, giving interviews, holding press conferences, attending funerals. They had a look about them—blank and guarded, overprotective of their children yet not entirely present to them—that she sometimes caught on her own face.